I was watching Television when my son showed me this clip taken from “China's Got Talent” in 2011. It was featuring a 12 year old Mongolian boy. who was singing. Apparently it was a Mongolian folk song.
The boy’s written in Chinese as 乌达木 (Wū dá mù) and personally i am very surprised at his maturity and his mannerism.
For the benefit of the non Chinese speaking audience, i will translate the conversation between the judges and the boy here
As I am not sure who the celebrity judges are , I will call the 2 male judges as JM1 and JM2 while the lady judge as JL.
Introduction :
B: My name is Wū dá mù , I came from the great plains of Hulunbuir in inner Mongolia. I love singing since I was a young, at the grass plains we could just shout free freely without restriction, my mum wishes to see how I would look if I were to perform on the stage.
(Enters the stage)
JM1: You are really handsome.
B: Thank you
(returns back to interview)
B: Today on the stage I will perform using my utmost ability
(Back to stage:
JM1: whats your name?
B: I am Wū dá mù
JM1: From your costume I figured out that you are a Mongolian
B: Yes, I am a Mongolian
JM1: Which part of inner Mongolia were you from?
B: The great plains of Hulunbuir
JM1: The great plains of Hu Hulunbuir
B: Yes
JM1 :What is your aspiration?
B: My dream is to invent a type of magical ink, if one were to drop a drop of this ink unto the ground, it will turn the whole world into a beautiful grass plains.
(Applause)
JL : That’s a beautiful dream !
JM1 : What will you be performing for us today?
B: I will sing for you
JM1: What will you be singing?
B: Alsad Suugaa Eej (The mother (Eej) in my dream)
JM1: I know the words “Dream” but What is a Eej?
B: “Eej” is the Mongolian translation of “mother”
JM1: Why did you choose this song?
B: I would sing this whenever I miss my mother
JM1: Can you tell me where your mother is?
B: My mother is in heaven
JM1: How about your father?
B: My dad died in a traffic accident.
JM1: Would you sing for us first?
B: Alright
JM1: Thank you
(Singing, the lyrics and the translation is attached at the end of this blog post)
(As singing continues the host (H) speaks)
H: I believe you could feel what he is singing about even if you do not understand the lyrics.
(After Performance)
JM1: I need a moment , would you speak on my behalf for a while.
JL: dá mù, when you told us that you sang this whenever you are thinking of your mother,
B: Yes, that’s right
JL: Can you share with me, how you past the moments whenever you miss your mother?
B: I would dream at night, in those dream I will dream of my mother by my side.
JL: I would hope you would be able to treat everyone here as your mother, I am sure that all the mothers seating among us would certainly love a child like this. Am I right?
JM2 I feel that the mannerism portrayed by you is one liken a typical main character in the cartoons we used to watch when we are children
JL Do you know that he looks like this little prince found in the French comic?
JM2 Precisely, if you were to look at him, he will carry the mannerism that is similar to a little noble. Whenever he sees sufferings or sadness around him, he would sing a song similar to what he was singing earlier. They are just like that magical ink which you talk about earlier, it will turn the place into a big and beautiful and will bring turn never sad soul into a happy one. This is the the imagination that was running through my mind during your performance. I believe this is also the feeling that is shared by the entire audience. Please give a round of applause if you agree with me.
*Audience Applause
JL: Do you miss a hug from your mother?
B: Yes
JL: Alright, would you sing us an accapella? and may I give you a motherly hug on behalf of all the mothers seated here? If you are willing to, you can call me “little aunt”.
B: Little aunt
Jm1: Will you please sing us a accapella
(the boy sings)
JL : I felt that dá mù is a very nice boy and do you know that there are many who loves you?
B: Yes I know
JL: I am sure that you parents in heaven will watch over you , that you will grow up to be a great man. Will you like to say something to your parents in heaven?
(The boy paused a while)
B: Mother, I miss you very much
JL: You have to learn to cry when ever you feel like it? Alright? Just like me who like to cry so much. So when you feel like crying you must learn to cry alright? Only someone who knows how to cry will know how to laugh.
JM1: Ms Little auntie, Mongolian man had a very unique perspective about tears, it is very different from us Chinese, It is really so. dá mù, you process a quality that is unique to the children of the great plains of Mongolia, the kids around you matured at a very young age, I hope that you would once again grace the stage of our show. Will you be willing to do so?
B: Yes I am willing
JM1: Uncle Bobo would like to give you a big YES
B:Thank you
JL: No matter what your story is, what is most important is that you can sing really well. I have never heard a kid with such a voice, that can sound as it can reach unto the heavens. So I would like to give you a yes as well.
B: Thank you
JM1: You little aunt gave you a yes what about you JM2
JM2: Just as you were starting to sing, I felt that this is beyond our comments, to judge if you have the mastered the techniques of singing. You already have the strength to pierce through the hearts of the audience, allowing everyone to be astounded by your singing. I feel that you should continue singing, to use the same strength to affect everyone, I am supportive of your performance. Yes
B: Thank you
Quote “My dream is to invent a type of magical ink, if one were to drop a drop of this ink unto the ground, it will turn the whole world into a big grass plain.”
Actually i am sure a lot of you would be wondering what he was singing in Mongolian. Unfortunately I do not know the language, but I managed to find a translation of the song from the website here
I have reproduced it here
Title : Alsad Suugaa Eej
sumeih zeregleend gegee anirlaad
susuglehiin erhend eej mini bodogdana
huugee irene geed suugee orgood
huslee chiltel alsiig shirtee dee
alsad suuga eej mini
amin hairtai shuteen mini bileezadgai tengerd uul ni zamharna
zalbirhiin erhend eej mini bodogdana
argaliin tsogond tsaigaa buliyeelj
anis’haa chiltel alsiig shirtee dee
alsad suuga eej mini
amin hairtai shuteen mini bileehuhereh uuls’aas hoglerj haragdana
huugiin tani setgil gegelzeed baina
hunii zeregleend huu chini yavnaa
husliig tani nimgeleed yavaad ochina daa
*alsad suuga eej mini
amin hairtai shuteen mini bilee.*
Title: Mother In My Dreams
The first daylight appears in the hazy morning
At a devotional moment I recall my mother
hoping her son will return
staring into the distance till her desire fatigue
My mother who lives in the distance
is my dearest convictionIn the boundless sky thin clouds are ethereal
At the moment I pray I think of my mother
boiling tea on the stove
staring into the distance till her eyes fatigue
My mother who lives in the distance
is my dearest convictionThe range of mountains ah…so imposing
In my heart ah…. always with a lump in my throat
I hold myself together in this world
bear the weight of sustenance to seek my dream in the distance
*My mother who lives in the distance
is my dearest conviction*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=g7MRjbAatv4
