Ballad about mother
b. Zhaksygeldy Seilov
ө. Amanzhol Shamkenov
I still remember, people know, they know,
It was a year of threat to the country.
Extending the blood to the front,
The heart of a bereaved mother.
Chorus;
Oh, mothers, you are like that,
It's the same with you, old and young.
Prayer is the power of life,
Pray to the mother goddess.
The war tore off the pillars of the house,
The war destroyed the joy, the color.
The mother lost her husband,
Only his shovel stood up.
Chorus;
Oh, mothers, you are like that,
It's the same with you, old and young.
Prayer is the power of life,
Pray to the mother goddess.
Will white milk remain free of charge?
Do not owe him anything!
To the world that sows life,
Oh, people, let her.
Chorus;
Oh, mothers, you are like that,
It's the same with you, old and young.
Prayer is the power of life,
Pray to the mother goddess.
