Lyrics:
My family lives on the high slopes of the loess, and the gale winds blow through the slopes,
No matter whether it's the northwesterly or the southeasterly winds, it's my song, my song.
My family lives on the high slopes of the loess, and the sun passes over the slopes,
Shining on my kiln and sunning my arms, and my cows follow me.
No matter how many years have passed, my ancestors have left me behind,
leaving me with a vast expanse of singing, and this Yellow River around me.
My family lives on the high slopes of the loess, and the wind blows over the slopes in all seasons,
no matter whether it is 800 years or 10,000 years, it is my song.