The snow-capped mountains are melted by you, just like the momentum of your fire.

The prairie spring light is ignited by you, is your galloping stallion.

The grand plateau is echoed by your lively music, which is your lively and passionate folk dance.

Knock, you knock to wake up the snow mountain. The loud hand drum is the rising sun, turns the musical notes into radiant light, sprinkles into each spring flower, sprinkles into each Tibetan open heart.

Knock, you knock the prairie awake. Melodious hand drum is the high hanging moon, turns the charming scenery into the passionate dance ground, illuminates the picturesque scenery on the plateau, illuminates the Tibetan feeling deep cozy homeland.

This is so sentimental, this is so heroic. The hands of the drummers were stretched to the high sky, and the graceful movements and graceful dances were like a rainbow waving on the grassland, which decorated the beautiful plateau so beautifully.

Broad plateau, is the day highland wide dance ground. To perform their lives with piety and diligence. The legend of rebirth from suffering, from the slave to the master’s story, are endless happy songs, are endless dance high passion.

Sweet time, happy; Harmonious home, good luck. Under the bright sunlight summons the colorful spring breeze, the warm spring breeze lights up the blazing magnificent sun.

Sincere emotion is soaring in the blue sky on the eagle, through the clouds and fog in the snow on the mountain flying joy forthright, spread the prairie on the good news all over the four directions.

Full of passion is the pursuit of love, no regrets looking forward to the changing future, with a good yearning to work hard, high-spirited on the thriving grassland.

Spring garden, filled with national spirit; Dazzling, showing the temperament of the plateau; The scenery is infinite, eulogizing the time elegant demeanour.

Knock, knock on the sun; Knock on, knock on the soft moon like water.

Tibetan longing for snow mountains, grassland pursuit, rivers look forward to strong and heavy concentrated in the rhythm of ten thousand horses pentium, today’s day sounded beautiful spring, tomorrow’s years also sounded magnificent brilliant.

Passion is spring thunder singing, style is spring dance. It is this rising song, it is this magnificent dance, like the surging tide, foil a brilliant sun, lead to bright and beautiful moon. Shining on the new plateau, bathed in colorful snow.

Oh, diligent and diligent!

The snow-capped mountains are melted by you, just like the momentum of your fire.

The prairie spring light is ignited by you, is your galloping stallion.

The grand plateau is echoed by your lively music, which is your lively and passionate folk dance.