Текст песни Айсылу Габдинова - Тик туган жирда генэ

Missing the birds back
To the round lakes.
They make their nests
Only in his hometown.

The chests sing and land
On the needles of the willows.
The world is fertile and the waters are delicious
Only in his hometown.

I rise up singing and singing
To the heights of life.
Neither my joy nor my sorrow
Only in his hometown.