Drunk River Basin (a)
　　Bagpipes, said men in the number of childhood
　　Bagpipes man
　　Get wind of the bamboo with the whole city
　　Although they grew up loving to sing the same song
　　The throat is sad
　　To flow through the years Qiqiyiai
　　That loss of the two sides are waiting for spring plowing and winter with the Pan
　　The notes of a broken river splashes
　　Upstream of many stalagmites breath flowers blue bell
　　The lower than much better than the rustling
　　The cry of good horses along the river
　　Remembered childhood love to sing that song
　　Sad days Qiqiyiyi to flow through the throat
　　Flow through the strait without plowing
　　The two sides agreed ah still dedicated to the Virgin with
　　Drunk River Basin (b)
　　They looked at the empty cup every night
　　(When the brothers had _set_ off on the drinking wives really like it!)
　　Yes, on the pleasure boat is slamming
　　Start of the
　　Marriage on the masts that stand in the sixth
　　They looked at the red candle every night
　　(When the brother who is deceased and who has been regarded as wives ni!)
　　The whole basin is a brown plant growth
　　(I am similar to a lamp post wrapped in so!)
　　Then they let the wind swelled the black cloak
　　The magnificent city as an earthquake
　　Ah the night they pay very slow very slow neck and nailed to the cross on it