[Intro]
Dawn on the steppe, a quiet wind.
[Verse 1]
Kids on Mongolian horses, small hands on wide saddles,
Hooves drum the earth, the steppe wakes with a spark,
Laughter rings by the gers, pale light in their eyes,
We ride toward the sunrise, fearless and bright.
[Chorus]
Ridin' fast under the endless sky,
Hooves beat a rhythm, spirits flying high,
Past the herd and the hill, we feel alive,
We race the day, you and I.
[Verse 2]
Past the ger camps, wind in our hair and mane,
We listen to old tales carried like a train of rain,
Dust on our cheeks, bells on necks of our friends,
On this wide plain we learn again and again.
[Chorus]
Ridin' fast under the endless sky,
Hooves beat a rhythm, spirits flying high,
Past the herd and the hill, we feel alive,
We race the day, you and I.
[Bridge]
Between breath and sky, courage grows with each mile,
Every gallop writes a story we keep in style.
[Chorus]
Ridin' fast under the endless sky,
Hooves beat a rhythm, spirits flying high,
Past the herd and the hill, we feel alive,
We race the day, you and I.
[Outro]
When night falls, the firelight holds our vow to ride again.
