I see endless grassy plains
I have seen you in my dreams
Hot blood pulsing in my veins
The steppes call me it seems

Hoofs upon the barren ground
Horses gallop, running wild
Drums, thunder, violent sound
The burning wind, never mild

Cheering men, an arrow shot
Rolling hills, grasslands so wide
Nights are icy, day are  hot
We saddle horses and ride

Outside the yurt the wind howls
The horses neigh the goats bleat
Before the tents a hound crawls
We cook soup of hunted meat

Only once I was on horseback
And I've never seen the plain
Instead of a bow, a bagpack
To my lectures I go by train