Altai

Across the Mongolian steppe,
the morning wind calls my name.
The Endless Blue Sky
stretches beyond every dream.

The voice of the morin khuur
rises with the dawn,
guiding my soul
through the open land.

The Gobi wind
carries ancient memories.
Wild horses run
toward the Altai Mountains.

Every horizon
begins another journey.
Every heartbeat
belongs to Mongolia.

Altai...
where my spirit
rides forever
with the wind.

A lonely ger
glows beneath the stars.
A golden eagle
circles high above.