Текст песни Неизвестен - Ямьле Тол буйлары

After the Ural Mountains
He blushed.
Buried in blue fog
Wakes up the widows.
      Oh, the banks of the fertile Tol,
      Praised in the rainy field.
      With service along the widow
      People live happily ever after.

Widows, tugays
Lives in the spring crown.
A hero like Kazanbaev
Guys grow up there.
      Oh, the banks of the fertile Tol,
      The waters recede,
      Young people growing up on the widow
      It leads to a great life.

Wetlands, Wetlands,
The green curly willow.
Let the proud be born,
Jealousy is our heart.
      Oh, the banks of the fertile Tol,
      Scattered forest.
      Wherever we go,
      Let's not forget it.