Текст песни Омиркул Айниязов - Жаса Казак

Alatau, Altai and Atyrau
I have a flat bed
There are traces of my grandfather on every stone
I count the hills of Sararkam

I thank you for your strength
The fertile soil of my land
Black mountain shield type
Ulytau sacred sacred knowledge
Excited with joy from the channel
Caspian, Aral, Balkhash Shalkhar lakes
       K.
My country is an eagle suffering without seeing Sam
Long live my homeland

Kokshetau, Bayanaul, Karkarlym
Zheruiyk, Zhetysu is my song
I know that the roots are the most steppe
Numerical distribution of the Irtysh and Syrdarya

May my desires and wealth never run out
Treasure as an old mother's blessing
The canal has never run dry
Continued Esil, Uralsk
To the sacred steppe of the Kazakhs
Who came and who did not leave
        K.