Han Lei-Mongolians
The wisps of smoke from the Mongolian yurt
gently drifted into the blue sky.
The vast green meadow,
is the cradle where I grew up.
The clear water of the river is the cradle,
it is like milk that nourishes the heart.
The vast green meadow,
which is Mongolian,
is the cradle where I grew up.
Love the grassland.
This is Mongolian,
Love the motherland.
Tengger-Mongolians
The wisps of smoke from the yurts,
gently drifted into the blue sky.
The vast green meadow,
is the cradle where I grew up.
The clear water of the river is the cradle,
it is like milk that nourishes the heart.
The vast green meadow,
is the cradle where I grew up.
This is the Mongolian people,
who love the grassland.
This is the Mongolian people,
who love the motherland.