Proud Son of Heaven (Genghis Khan)
Looking over the northern vast at the break of dawn, where grasses are fresh and beautifulLike an eagle soaring on its wings with eager ambitionsFor whom are you drunk again
The long-running history is like rolling waters with endless tears of pride and shameSpreading your arms and calling out into the wind and far beyondYou're ready to venture into the farthest
I'll ride on the wildest horseAnd whip it till the green end of the worldHow many winds and sands along the wayAnd how many prices to make you comply
I'll ride on the best horseAnd whip it till the last seasTo conquer your heartNow I have all the world in my hands!
Looking over the northern vast at the break of dawn, where grasses are fresh and beautifulLike an eagle soaring on its wings with eager ambitionsFor whom are you drunk again
The long-running history is like rolling waters with endless tears of pride and shameSpreading your arms and calling out into the wind and far beyondYou're ready to venture into the farthest
I'll ride on the wildest horseAnd whip it till the green end of the worldHow many winds and sands along the wayAnd how many prices to make you comply
I'll ride on the best horseAnd whip it till the last seasTo conquer your heartNow I have all the world in my hands!
The wind blowing hard and the clouds hanging lowWhen will he return, the hero that shoots eagles downThe galloping horse is urging and my heart is going to breakWho will determine the rise and fall of the world
I'll ride on the wildest horseAnd whip it till the green end of the worldHow many winds and sands along the wayAnd how many prices to make you comply
I'll ride on the best horseAnd whip it till the last seasTo conquer your heartNow I have all the world in my hands!