Текст песни Ернар Смагулов - Сын степей

I was born on the left bank of the Irtysh River,
Where the wind gently rustles the stems of reeds,
The expanses of furrowing the sky slowly clouds,
Around steppe alone.
I'm not a poet, not a composer and not a rock star,
But the difference is quite able to note "D" and "F".
I'm just the son of the steppes, hot as fire,
Free like the wind.

No matter what is waiting for me - a hole or pedestal.
Wherever I was, and whoever I become,
I'll be a part of the people of the free from the chains.
Meet, a nomadic people, the son of his steppes.

Let my voice be heard everywhere - here and there,
From the shores of the Urals to the Altai ridge
From west to east, from north to south
Like a bolt from the blue.
You may know a hundred languages, but does not see the truth.
You will be there until you have learned the native language.
Do not flex or under what
And just be themselves, whoever you may be.

© 2015 Smagulov Ernar Aytkazyevich

Recording studio Igemon Records