Lyrics of Ashima by Li you(li you a shi ma ge ci )

When the horse bell rings, the jade bird sings

I accompany Ashima back home

Far away from the house of zebbala

Since then, my mother is not sad

Not sad, not sad

A bee never leaves a thorn

Bees fall on the flowers

The flute is blowing and the strings are ringing

I'll weave for you to herd sheep

I'll weave for you to herd sheep

My brother is like a hat on my sister's head

My sister is like a fungus growing beside my brother's big tree

Chinese PinYin : Li You A Shi Ma Ge Ci