Mongolian music, a bit of metal with ethnic music.

Be it flying bird or blossoming flower, all living beings are alike
Be it time, air, or sunshine, we breathe and we share
Time wheels, we carry on
This moment could be short, it passes by and becomes eternal
Spring, summer, autumn, winter: the seasons always go on
We're born, we live, we age, and we die.
Life always goes on.
Kingdoms rise and fall, years gone by and still go on
Only the universe is eternal, while our youth never comes back
Last year's sun still clings up in the sky, beautiful old songs still by us
We live the limited lives yet pass on crowning glory
There ought to be some faith unmoved in the forever changing world
Spring, summer, autumn, winter: the seasons always go on
We're born, we live, we age, and we die.
Life always goes on Kingdoms rise and fall, years gone by and still go on
Only the universe is eternal, while our youth never comes back
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, the seasons always go on
We're born, we live, we age, and we die.
Life always goes on Kingdoms rise and fall, years gone by and still go on
Only the universe is eternal, while our youth never comes back.

English lyrics by Wu Xiao.

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