The mighty river Solo, your legend this,
From ages past, you captivated the goddess Sari,
In seasons dry, your water is low,
In rainy seasons, the water overflows into the horizon.
Chorus:
The spring of Solo
Locked in thousands of mountains.
Its water flows intot he distance,
At last to the sea.
That boat, legend of the past,
of traders, always going
by that boat.
