White yurt smoke rises
I was born in a herdsman's house
Vast grassland
It is the cradle of my growth
The land that raised me
When I love my body
Bathing in my River
Sweet as mother's milk
Ah, this is the Mongols
People who love their hometown
White yurt smoke rises
I was born in a herdsman's house
Vast grassland
It is the cradle of my growth
The land that raised me
Cherish my body as well
Bathing in my River
Sweet as mother's milk
Ho, this is the Mongols
People who love their hometown
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