Bai Taiga
(Bai Taiga)
Barïp-la barïp badï-la kelgen
Bažï-la bedik Bai-la Taigam
Baarïnda xovularïnda
Baylak-la düžüt eezi-le taigam oy
Eglip-le eglip badï-la kelgen
Ekti-le bedik Bai-la Taigam
Edeeneyde xovularïnda
Elbek-le maldïŋ eezi-le taigam oy
Bedip-le bedip badï-la kelgen
Meŋgi-le baštïg Bai-la Taigam
Belderinde šïnaalarïnda
Maldar ohttaan Bai-la Taigam oy
Bažïnayga xekter etkeš
Užup čadaan Bai-la Taigam
Baarïnayga baylar xongaš
Köžüp čadaan Bai-la Taigam
Eglip-eglip badï kelgen
Ekti bedik Mögen-Büren
Eki bagïn čugaalažïr
Erge kara öörümnü
Bažï-la bedik Bai-la Taigam
Baarïnda xovularïnda
Baylak-la düžüt eezi-le taigam oy
Eglip-le eglip badï-la kelgen
Ekti-le bedik Bai-la Taigam
Edeeneyde xovularïnda
Elbek-le maldïŋ eezi-le taigam oy
Bedip-le bedip badï-la kelgen
Meŋgi-le baštïg Bai-la Taigam
Belderinde šïnaalarïnda
Maldar ohttaan Bai-la Taigam oy
Bažïnayga xekter etkeš
Užup čadaan Bai-la Taigam
Baarïnayga baylar xongaš
Köžüp čadaan Bai-la Taigam
Eglip-eglip badï kelgen
Ekti bedik Mögen-Büren
Eki bagïn čugaalažïr
Erge kara öörümnü
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My Bai Taiga with its high summits
That go down and down
Oh my taiga, owner of a rich harvest
In the steppes in front of it
My Bai Taiga with its high slopes
That curve down and down
Oh my taiga, owner of abundant livestock
In the steppes at its foot
My Bai Taiga with its glacier summits
Rising up and up and falling down
My Bai Taiga, where livestock grazes
On its slopes and in its river valleys
My Bai Taiga on whose summits
Cuckoos sing and don't fly away
My Bai Taiga on whose slopes
The rich stay and don't move away
Mögen-Büren with its high slopes
That curve down and down
Oh my friend, my beloved, with whom
I talk about good things and bad
That go down and down
Oh my taiga, owner of a rich harvest
In the steppes in front of it
My Bai Taiga with its high slopes
That curve down and down
Oh my taiga, owner of abundant livestock
In the steppes at its foot
My Bai Taiga with its glacier summits
Rising up and up and falling down
My Bai Taiga, where livestock grazes
On its slopes and in its river valleys
My Bai Taiga on whose summits
Cuckoos sing and don't fly away
My Bai Taiga on whose slopes
The rich stay and don't move away
Mögen-Büren with its high slopes
That curve down and down
Oh my friend, my beloved, with whom
I talk about good things and bad