我用那三岁的单峰驼

换来一首歌

就当作过把瘾的

赌注吆

无奈这老化的歌喉

已不如从前吆

年老了力不从心

没有退路吆

啊……………………

I traded my three-year-old dromedary for a song as a bet on my once marvelous voice.

But please pardon my singing.

When you are aged, your voice roughens.

Ah...

大黑驼驮不起重物是因

腰不行了吆

大草原诉说着荒凉是因

牧民已迁走了

就像那雪青马拖着的

缰绳哦

姑娘长大了是非就

多了吆

啊……………………

My black dromedary could no longer carry heavy load for his old age.

The great steppe lies waste since its herders had left.

Just like a grulla horse pulling the harness, as your daughter grows, problems arise.

Ah...

手里拿着一根

枯树枝吆

打不正我这走调的

老歌喉吆

不去玩不去笑想

安静下来吆

可这时光飞逝又怕

来不及吆

啊……………………

A tree stick in my hand could not fix my untuned voice.

To find peace of mind I decide to spend my time, however, that I do not have much left.

Ah...