I wish to be the horsehead fiddle,
its melody unfurling the north prairie,
as your fingers glide over the waiting strings
Snow white sheep wander in peace,
sturdy steeds race into the wind…
young girls’ sleeves flutter like the wings
their smiles are sunlit and sweet.
Ah, how much I long
To ride into the endless green.
In dreams, it blooms with song,
wind carries the scent of milk .
Mongolian yurts scattered like stars,
dancers’ soft steps awaken the soil
Beneath the sunset’s quiet glow,
The meadows stretch beyond all sight…
Whose gaze stays crystal clear?
Whose heart soars with the eagles?
Your fingers weave a story,
my soul trembles in reply…
Wherever the morin khuur sings,
its echoes linger deep within me…
May the prairie keep its unspoiled beauty.
May the world be free of strife and discord.
May our hearts open wide and embrace with ease.
May our eyes behold light and peace
我愿化作那音色柔美的马头琴，
当手指滑过紧绷的琴弦，
辽阔的草原慢慢铺展。
雪白的羊群悠然漫步，
矫健的骏马驰骋眼前。
姑娘的衣袖微风中舞动，
甜美的笑容阳光下闪烁
啊，我多想策马奔向
那一望无垠的青绿。
梦中的草原，种满了歌声，
风载着翅膀，也送来乳香。
圆顶的蒙古包如星散落，
舞者的脚步声声唤醒大地。。。
一望无际的草原啊，
升起不落的太阳，
让谁的眼眸清澈见底
让谁的心湖鸿雁低徊？
你的手指编织故事，
我的心灵随之颤动。。。
马头琴声所到达的地方，
在我耳边回响，回响……
愿草原永葆纯净之美，
愿世间不再纷争喧嚣，
愿心灵自在澄澈，
愿双眸长映光明。