Текст песни К.Насыров - Мен казакпын

I am a Kazakh, a thousand dead and a thousand resurrected. I got acquainted with the language of sorrow in my diaper. When I cried, my heart was eclipsed, and when I was happy, my night was full of laughter. I am Kazakh, I am an immortal mother, I am the steppe that fits in my womb. I was born in the cradle, I am the same age, I am wise. I am a guy, I am in a hurry to fight, I am in love with a heart in my heart. When I jumped like a volcano, I climbed to the top like an eagle. I am a black-eyed beauty, and when I left my daughter Sairai, I dripped honey on my tongue. When I was in love, I fell in love like life, When I fought with Kas Batyr, I saw the ax. I don't know who I was born from. Maybe I was born from a gun, maybe from a gun. Some people called me "born of the sun". No, I was probably born a black slave. Like many of their names, like the folds of mountains with my character. Like the letters of the ancestors with songs, like the letters of the image with wrinkles. Like a fallen soldier from a good death, Cities have passed through the plains. Skeletons are now being found in the footsteps of wars and campaigns. Oh, contemporaries, look at them; Each brick, each stone is a barn legend. We are the only ones who bring the dead back to life and find the dead. Inheritance, inheritance, or less? Even if it is not mined like gold. I have a lot of depth, I have a deep history, although the migration of the years is not written in volumes. I couldn't write, but I didn't know the letter. I knew, but the spear and the horse's back. I forgot poverty on horseback, I said I would be happy if I died on horseback. I'm not smart enough for science, I don't even feel it. I could not find a way to the light, I was stuck in the dark. Later I learned that the earth is a sphere, that it has its own size and its own limits. What I was carrying as a blue bull, I wasted. I slept in the cradle for a long time, I did not hear the name of Archimedes. Let the dream of turning the earth be like this, Let the fruit of the earth touch me. Ignorance of Socrates and Homer stagnated for centuries. Although I am blind, I am a visionary, and I am an old poet like you. Come on, they are Copernicans, Giordano Bruno! .. How many boys and girls are left, if Bagi is alive, he will be one of them. The time is not over for me - the night, the fate of the pile. Seventy years after Europe, I read The Communist Manifesto. Then I read, I understood a long time ago, I turned sharply from night to day. What a happiness to be a part of such greatness as Russia and Lenin! What about today? Today I am a citizen who could write and kill science. World epics that can be written, Kazakh name for history that can be written. My name was recognized yesterday, what sign was not marked before that? Let our descendants think about them - the daughter of Sholpan, the sons of the dawn.