Han Lei-Mongolian
The wisps of smoke in the yurt,
Gently floating into the blue sky.
Vast green grassland,
It is the cradle of my growth.
The clear river condenses into a cradle,
It moistens the soul like milk.
Vast green grassland,
This is a Mongolian,
It is the cradle of my growth.
Love the grassland.
This is a Mongolian,
Love the motherland and mountains and rivers.
Tengger singer-Mongolian
The wisps of smoke in the yurt,
Gently floating into the blue sky.
Vast green grassland,
It is the cradle of my growth.
The clear river condenses into a cradle,
It moistens the soul like milk.
Vast green grassland,
It is the cradle of my growth.
This is a Mongolian,
Love the grassland.
This is a Mongolian,
Love the motherland and mountains and rivers.