Kairatzhan said that Borshitau,
Not far from Knox Mountain,
The name of the term was raised,
The wind blew and the rain fell.
My inspiration does not sleep to write it,
Alatau, written by a man like you,
I will tell you where my umbilical cord blood is,
Koterin kane friends Karatau.
Assalam Uzbekistan, Karakalpakstan,
A generation like me inherited from my grandfather,
I don't want to work hard,
Crossing the waters of the Amu Darya,
I will not lose my honor,
How much does my weight in a tussock,
I think it's a trap left in the field,
The elder greets the brothers.
When the earth is full of jealousy,
As you go from day to day,
The brothers sang on stage,
When my ranks are like stars,
Our older brother has a word,
Don't leave the country even if you want the truth,
On the one hand, I did not mix,
When my inspiration broke the middle group.
I turned from the teahouse I grew up playing,
From the pen of wisdom,
I missed my friends who grew up together,
When I'm in trouble, I can't get out,
He sang a song dedicated to Oz,
From which boy did I hear,
The teahouse, the teahouse is your tip,
I am a child who sacrificed my life.
When you do it in any country,
If you can't find a better country,
Filling and swallowing,
You can't breathe more than you need to,
When Kanshama is deceived, cheese is eaten,
You will not cover the moon with your skirt,
No matter how many horses you ride,
You can't beat beer without waiting.
I wish I could tell you my pain,
The angel could not hear,
How were my days,
There was hope in them.
If I howl like a wolf,
My voice is loud,
If I come to the village as a risk,
My seat is not open or closed.
I have a lot to say, a lot to say,
If it rains in the rain,
I repented in time,
In fact, God forbid,
If I really climbed Alatau,
I gave back to the village,
Because if the top of the mountain is white snow,
It's my BLACK HAT.
Another star from the village,
When I remember, my bones ache,
When my patience is exhausted,
It splashes out of my mouth.
If it weren't for Abraham,
He feeds his people with a spoon,
My words are like a broken bone,
Anyway, my longing will not subside.
O Allah, help me to see,
I knew the value of my people.
Happiness smiles on me,
What a disgrace to walk around,
I've lost my footing,
If I fall, my tongue will break,
In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful
I could not get up.
Let the redemption hasten to heaven,
Under the cousins of Sozim,
What I wrote was a lesson,
Ozbegim, to the youth of Karaken,
Without stopping to speak,
To the epic inherited from the father,
May my innocent people be saved,
Happiness to the heads of the birds.
