Dust on the roads, spread out
The wolf pack is going
Where eyes are in the fog, crows looked at the crows
On the rock eagles, not calm
Behind the mountain only, a bell ringing is heard
To seven steppes, he reaches
Well, Basurman, his hat to the side
Our horses are hundreds of years, not
Under chain mail night, in the springs of the moon
The forest stands around, the black wall
If ahead, a fierce enemy and a boil
So go ahead, let's rest later
Behind the mountain only, a bell ringing is heard
To seven steppes, he reaches
Well, Basurman, his hat to the side
Our horses are hundreds of years, not
Behind the mountain only, a bell ringing is heard
To seven steppes, he reaches
Well, Basurman, his hat to the side
Our horses are hundreds of years, not
Our horses are hundreds of years, not
Our horses are hundreds of years, not
