When the morning sunrose
Mother snake had her babies
To hide her little eggs from danger
She hid them in the middle of soft felt
Earlier a cold morning
Caravaneer camels began
Carrying the three little white eggs
Took forested desert of gobi
It is said that neither the dry sands of the gobi
Nor it's hard and jacket wraps
Nor all the hard trips of a long journey
Can keep mother snake from her children
Header saw snake follow them
They looked up and near a while
Then they opened wrapped with little eggs
Even then inside of the snake
Mother snake cross slowly at all
Her belly was crashed and toll
She raised her babies with her as drain
Even behind her blood is red