On the beautiful mountain

The sun is shining brightly.

On the green Yuan Ye.

You play with the whistling wind.

My Mongolian horse, my Mongolian horse

Your amazing speed

Through the vast grassland peaks

But wherever you go,

Will eventually return to the birthplace.

My Mongolian horse, my Mongolian horse

In order not to let the enemy's black hand

Touch and hurt the owner

On the battlefield filled with smoke

Your tears have always guarded him.

My Mongolian horse, my Mongolian horse

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