洁白的毡房还在把孝庄守望,明月还照着博王府的西窗。南方飞来的小鸿雁啊,还在把嘎达梅林吟唱。啊,英雄的科尔沁,每当我想起你昨天的故事,总是让我们荡气回肠。勒勒车凝固成历史的雕像,马头琴拉响了新时代的乐章。骏马飞奔,牛羊肥壮,宽带网像草原小河流向远方。啊,青春的科尔沁 White yurt is still looking Xiaochuang Zhuang, the moon also according to Bo West House window. Small Swan Flying South, ah, still singing Gada Merlin. Ah, the hero of Horqin, whenever I think of your yesterday’s story, always make us soul-stirring. Le car carved into the history of the statue, the horsehead Qin rang a new era of music. Running gallop, fat cattle and sheep, broadband network like grassland stream to the distance. Ah, young Horqin