The Yao villages are immersed in the moonlit night
The fields are filled with the scent of rice
On the night of the harvest, the people don't sleep, and songs are sung all over the place
The colorful skirts dance, the earrings are shining, and hands join hands in the dance
The hearts of the Yao are connected
(Hainong, Hainong, Haiyi, Gong)
Hainong, Hainong, Haiyi, Gong
Hainong, Hainong, Haiyi, Gong
The wood leaves blow, the drums beat, and the song flies around the fire.
The leaves of the wood are blowing, and the drums are beating, and the song is flying around the fire
The sky is red
It took me a long time to find it, but I don't know if it's right.