Sung by Zhou Xuan
The betel nut is borne on a tall tree
Whoever climbs the tree first will taste it first
Whoever climbs the tree first, I'll load it for him
The young boy picks betel nut
The sister carries a basket, and she looks up
Looking down, I think to myself
He's beautiful and he's strong
Who is better than him
Hurry and call out to me, my boy
The sun has gone out.
Rush to call out to my son
The mountains are high and the water is long
The sun has gone out
The birds are singing
To teach us to go home quickly
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