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By decree of the guardian spirits they say

With the brilliance of a mother's guidance they say

With roots in a father's command they say

With heavens of our forefathers they say

Only this landscape do the blue sky nymphs

Forever worship and revere across generations

Companion to the good-natured

Thunder to the wicked

Skies leading to auspicious paths

Fortune leading to clarity

Only this landscape do the blue sky nymphs

Forever worship and revere across generations

Oh, my fertile pastureland

Oh, my great sacred mount

Oh, my rich pastureland

Oh, great Ursa Major in space

Worship the blue sky, oh yeah

Pray to the soil of the earth, oh yeah

Sing with the vast firmament, oh yeah

Entrust all to our holy gods, oh yeah

Put on your armour, oh yeah.

Play your instruments, oh yeah S

trike your tambourine, oh yeah

Entrust all to heavenly divine.

Chorus:

Oh, my rich golden pastureland

Oh, thy sacred mounts of the Altai