The horse-head qin hums the joy of the grassland
Mare's milk wine expresses the warmth of the herdsmen
Abba sang an ancient legend
Amamma sang a beautiful life
It should have been my turn to sing a song for the grassland
Instead, I've become drunk
My heart is like the running steeds
The wind is like the wind. Like the galloping horse
The wind is like the wind chasing after the horse-riding brother
I was so happy that I forgot which one of me I was
I owe the grassland a song
I'm drunk, I'm drunk
It's because of the hospitality of the simple herdsmen
I want to grow up as a pasture grass and put down roots
Let my heart open flowers for the grassland
I want to grow up as a pasture grass and put down roots
Let my heart open flowers for the grassland
I'm drunk, I'm drunk
My heart is like the galloping horse
The wind is like the wind chasing the lassoed horse
I'm so happy that I forget which I am
I owe the grassland a song
My heart is like the galloping horse
The wind is like the wind chasing the lassoed horse
I'm so happy that I forget which I am
I forget which I am. Which me
I owe a song to the grassland.