Whose sweet home is it Himalayas Water in the lake is smooth as a mirror reflecting all our emotions The sun rises and sets how great the distance it travels The moon turns full and wanes seeing through the four seasons There is a lama being converted There is a girl coming home The girl has a man in her heart all bitterness becomes sweetness There is no flowers in the lama's eyes everything is visionary Look at the flowers while riding on horseback Pick up flowers gently with a smile on the face everyone has his own part in the world The one who has love is the most beautiful person The one who goes beyond love is higher than this plateau The clouds float in the sky however high they are, there is a limit A solemn pledge of love goes further than Siberia Smile - whose flower will you pick Ride a horse - whose edge of the world you will look at