Текст песни Cоколов - Монголия

This is a small country
Where the harsh winds blow
And they draw their patterns
There are white clouds in the sky.
How many good people
I met on this earth.
Where did the wind come from,
How many new friends I found.

A town among the steppe hills,
Suddenly so friendly.
Children play so peacefully here
And probably no words needed.
In summer, scorching fries
And in the winter a fierce cold.
Well, why do I need all this,
I stay with you soul.

There is wide steppe space,
And the steppe, wild horses.
On a shaggy horse a Mongol,
Jumps, who will catch him.
The wind, the wind sings in my ears
Take me a little.
We drink, dare not remember,
And we sit down on the track.

Mongolia, Mongolia is an ancient harsh land.
Mongolia, Mongolia I'm going home goodbye.
You are my way, you are my good wish.
Gobi, dunes, the land of Genghis Khan, remember do not forget