Текст песни БОТА БЕЙСЕНОВА - Бала тилеги

Childhood, childhood dreams,
Every child is destined to dream
Come, my friends, sing, dance, 2 times
A black forest to flourish.

We are all the owners of the future,
Our homeland is transformed.
Golden cradle in my vast country, 2 times
Let our song be bright.

A floating dove in the sky,
No child in my country is sad.
May he prosper with the blessing of his father, twice
My great homeland, my wish is the same.