Күһүҥҥү күн Күһэлтэтэ суох Күөгэлдьийэ күөрэйдэ. Саппаҕырбыт санааны Сайыччы сандаарта. Кугдарыйбыт хонууларга Куру-кэри.. The autumn sun Carefree Glided up smoothly, Radiating out, Lifting our somber thoughts. We are shriveling in the fields. What sadness.. -Alampa, 1926
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Just by looking at the Cyrillic I can tell that there's all kinds of fun sound/wordplay that I'm unable to get here.
Yes, there's a lot more going on in the original than can possibly be preserved. (It's seasonally incorrect too; I only chose it because it's short.)
