"Na te arzhans
Oirat, Galden Oirat
Oh, Oirat, Galden Oirat"
The black man stands up,
white drool from his mouth,
starts singing a chant of hope.
Plug up your ears, faithless man!
Shut up! Then I feel my lips being sewed up.
Night is coming, night will be full of stars.
Some adepts are setting on a fire,
people laugh, eat and listen to Oirat.
We'll find the truth, following Shunu
and travelling to the sky.
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