Текст песни Бурелар - Тира як бушаганда

Stretch out your arms, lock them up,
To the paths you have traversed.
Thunderstorms are your fault
To the depths of the deep monsoon.

When the environment is empty, when your mind is confused,
Your heart will be filled with radiant light.
On the island of Tormoshong,
The fountain of happiness will flow to the sky

The touch of the river that fell from the sky is a drop
To the sail of your freedom.
Don't cry when you're a kid
To the future of magic and knowledge.