Текст песни Аскат Мусабеков - Балалыкты энсоо

White yurts are like stringed beads,
Let's play a game of green.
A white cloud moved from the rock,
The mountain listened intently to their voices.
Running through the dew,
The slave in the green, swaying,
My longing and passion for childhood grows.

On a moonlit night,
The song of the pearly spring was renewed.
Intrigued by the white pot,
It was a soft summer morning.
Listen to my grandmother's magic story,
Involved in a fantasy world,
My longing and passion for childhood grows.

Intimidating the white-tailed deer of Kashka-Suu,
He rode on a horse and continued on his way.
Horse racing with the wind in the flames,
He sang a beautiful song of the mountains.
The flower of my life, the source,
I can never finish telling you,
My childhood, my longing, my passion.