The lyrics: The mind of my people is pure Their looks on the face are confident The color of the sky is blue The water in the rivers is pristine The character of my people is straight Their tradition of the greeting is sacred The touch of the steppe wind is gentle The smell of the desert grass is fragrant The doings of my people is progressive The road they taking is forward The sight of the mountains is magic Their peaks that clouds stay are towering The color of the sky is blue The mind of my people is pure
Andrei L. yeah. i thought so even i have been to so many countries. Mongolia is so unique and the history is great. what we should do, if we are mongolians?
Beautiful song, never tired of listening of it. Whenever I feel miss my country, whenever I feel tired, and down, I always listen this music. Make me feel so much relax. Thanks for great singers. Great voices.
We travel a lot, and I remember a trip in chinese mongolia. It was very beautiful. As I was every year in China, I hope to go in really Mongolia. But this year, I must stay home (cancer) I always have the hope to meet other people. World is so beautiful and I'm happy when I can speak with stranger of my country.
Munkhtur Luvsanjambaa Thanks for your answer. I really hope to be able to travel next year. Everybody can learn something from other people. Have a very nice day.
+Batbaatar Otgonbat Thank you very much. I'm just coming home from the hospital. 73 years old and a cancer since 15 years, this year was very bad to me because I must stay home. I really hope I can travel next year. Have a nice day. Robert
White is our people's heart by Banzragch, Burmaa and Munhkbat The hearts and minds of our people are white The beaming faces are full of confidence Blue is the colour of our eternal skies Fresh is the water of our rivers and creeks Straight is the fashion of my folks Just as their greeting habits are sacred Gentle is the ends of the steppe winds Strong is the smell of wild leeks and onions The deeds of our people are thriving Just as their weaving path is smooth Carved is the shape of our mountain ranges Sharp is the mountain peaks where there clouds rest
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