I remember a very different Kazakhstan! When I was a barefoot girl, On warm pools in the dress linen, He carried the sound of dripping calls.
In the fields of tulips dance led, Stipa drifted silver. Cornflowers and swam between them As the sail on the blue sky!
A bird hiding behind Tuchkov, Ringing stunning all around! He said svoey- song "Look! I sing is my friend for you! "
Here I rodilasya under your sky, At the steppes of Turgai at the edge of the village ... And wherever I stayed, where I was not used The paths all lead me here!
When I was a barefoot girl,
On warm pools in the dress linen,
He carried the sound of dripping calls.
In the fields of tulips dance led,
Stipa drifted silver.
Cornflowers and swam between them
As the sail on the blue sky!
A bird hiding behind Tuchkov,
Ringing stunning all around!
He said svoey- song "Look!
I sing is my friend for you! "
Here I rodilasya under your sky,
At the steppes of Turgai at the edge of the village ...
And wherever I stayed, where I was not used
The paths all lead me here!