The Hu – 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