Текст песни Алихан Дуйсенбай - Туган жердин самалы

Treasures with the elderly are valuable
Who does not love his native steppe
My longing burns my soul
The wind of the native land

CHORUS
His open arms are like a child's
Despite the fact that he is a complete stranger
She is like a loving mother
My native steppe

He gave birth to many precious talents
Poets sang about their homeland
I will die with a heart that loves you
With sincere sincere wishes

CHORUS
He was proud of his great pride
Her daughter Bayan and Zhibek
Oh, my homeland planted beautiful flowers next to me
With sincere sincere wishes

Burning flames of energy
You kindled the fire of knowledge along the way
I have a brother with hot names
Let the gardens grow

CHORUS
Wherever you go, my country is justified
I have not found such a place on earth
I missed you
I'm sorry to hear that
His open arms are like a child's
Despite the fact that he is a complete stranger
She is like a loving mother
My native steppe
She is like a loving mother
The wind of the native land is the moon