I like it.
Under the blue sky,
Hometown with white clouds,
The beautiful eagle is soaring!
I watched,
Everywhere is green.
All the way to the sky,
Cattle and sheep are like white clouds,
Floating between heaven and earth.
Ma Touqin is playing in the depths of the grassland.
That gentle voice,
With sadness and tenderness,
On the grassland,
Floating in the air,
My heart is with me.
Feel sad.
In the sound of the piano,
Mongolian men one after another.
Tough and magnificent.
In the sound of the piano,
Dressed woman
Dancing and singing between clouds and water.
And that dog walk,
A good horse,
Like the wind,
From the clouds. Go back to the horizon.
Piano, grass, white clouds, crowds, cattle and sheep,
Everything is so beautiful,
So harmonious.
My' heart' is also.
Let go of your dreams,
Fly with heaven and earth.
But why?
Why,
Sadness still exists,
Mongolian long tune is deep and long,
To put it mildly,
Like a lonely horse
Looking for partners,
Wandering wanderer.
Looking for his hometown.
The sound of the piano is sad,
This song is very sad
Grassland wind
Telling the vicissitudes of the past,
I saw a group of people.
Riding a horizontal knife,
Ambition is like an eagle,
Fly into the distance.
But when, when
The bride who is looking forward to her return,
All I got was,
Broken horse,
A bloody sunset.
Since then, Ma Touqin has been very sad.
That song became so sad from then on,
The grassland still flies like a horse,
There are still cattle and sheep everywhere under the blue sky. ...