Bii Biyelgee

Until the rib land gets scraped Until the knee land goes bare By chanting and praising our ancestors Let's biy biyley day and night Until the terrace land swings Until the deel skirt flies up Praising for the auspicious destiny Let's bii biyley by soaring and stomping Let's bii biyley by soaring and stomping Let's bii biyley by soaring and stomping Until the grass land shakes Until the lowland gets peeled Praising and playing our fiddles for the fortunes to come Let's bii biyley by khayalga tsatsan Let's bii biyley by soaring and stomping Let's bii biyley by soaring and stomping Until the airag in a wooden bowl splash Until the melody of the khuur resounds Until the whole world rejoices Let's bii biyley by swinging and trembling Let's bii biyley by swinging and trembling Let's bii biyley by stomping and stomping Let's bii biyley by swinging and trembling Let's bii biyley by stomping and stomping