Текст песни Евгения Фахуртдинова - Мой Баян-Гол

My Bayan Gol

What freedom breathe the steppe!
Familiar music sparkle heaven ...
Those songs excite all hearts,
And the spirit of the steppes from this only gets stronger.

Join again to land on those foot
And the strings of water touch his hand ...
I can hear the full rights of rest
In the waters of the lake
Holy Mogoy.

There Dall larks trilling
Above the lake under the heat of the air.
Dawn with sunset like two wings
We are opening new week.

Walk on proselochkam herd
They lack there will not be in the food.
Bayangolskoe spacious accommodation,
How infinite and the river Uda.

And it pours praise on the neighborhood,
Khan Jargalan stretches in the Valley,
He takes care of the mother dear son,
Love her all the children gave.

Huytyn Bulyha sparkles in the side,
Zlata cloth stretched Hahir
And froze all rock sculptures -
REMINDER-valued me.

Changes during the ringing of his - voice,
Noise drops and behold - flashing thunderstorms.
See never be late
Jack Crane - Nimyn buusa.

And the smell of hay in the haystack youth,
Forgotten dream of poludetstva pulls.
Memories it will not disappoint.
Once again, we will go to all Shubuguy.

Here cattle unprecedented scope
And Bogorodsk grass fragrance.
The dreams of childhood his adult consciousness
All returns as an echo of the mountains.

Prayer of the heart the mouth speaks,
Blessing Khorinsky land.
Steppe hear everything, though it seems
What napping
Beauty eyes - Zhargalanta.

I feel an inexplicable sight
Guardian observes that it is true
As on the palm of my village
With lofty cliffs
Bayan-Khongor.

My Bayan Gol - rich valley,
In my heart you, light oberёg.
And how much used in life had no roads,
In you - the beginning and my house, my dear!