波如莱

选取上好的木材 爸爸作摇篮

在那漆黑寒冬的夜里

妈妈为你挣扎起 怀抱着你驱严寒

妈妈呀 爸爸呀

波茹莱不要哭泣 妈妈在这里

Picking up best woods, Father makes the cradle

In the dark dark winter night

Mother scrabbles up from bed, driving out the severe cold

Mama, Papa

Don’t cry, Borulai, Mama is here