Where are you our heroic men?

Let us go to the desert,

The brave hunter finds freedom there,

It flows in his spirit and his blood.

The reeds sing a desert song,

Horses neigh on the horizon.

The heroic people who once lived by the sword,

Now lie quiet beneath the earth.

The floating moon becomes a beautiful girl,

Telling a story in the blue sky,

Oh the reed bed fiercely burns,

And with it the hopes of a whole nation.

We are listening to it silently,

Not only with our ears but in our hearts,

The sand encroaches on the fertile lands,

But we are the real sandstorms.

Let us go to the desert,

There the delicate moon is telling a tale,

Perhaps it is a book of warriors,

Containing many beautiful myths.

It would be not strange to meet,

Freedom´s son, heroic chintomur

Let us live in a free world,

Singing desert songs all our lives.

Nurmemet Yasin Orkishi