Текст песни Казахская народная песня - Кустар ушып барады

Summer life, shortening the life of pleasure
Going, going, the bird is coming back
Rockets are like my childhood
Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally

Birds, birds sing and sing
He shakes the steppe with his song
And people start laughing at life
When he leaves, he can't even cry

Did we have a liver attack?
Spring would come with a great song
It does not fit in the place where it grew up
He leaves without cutting where he grew up