My father once described the fragrance of grassland
Let him never forget at the end of the world
Mother always likes to describe the mighty river
Running in Mongolia Plateau, my remote hometown
Now I finally see the vast land
Standing on the fragrant grassland, my tears fall like rain
The river is singing the blessing of our ancestors
Find the way home, bless the child
Ah! Father's Grassland
Ah! Mother's River
Although I can't speak in my mother tongue
Please accept my sorrow
I am also a child of plateau!
There is a song in my heart
There is my father's Grassland and mother's River in the song
I am also a child of plateau!
There is a song in my heart
There is my father's Grassland and mother's River in the song.
Mother's River
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