Kyrgyzstan

(Translated by author)

My Kyrgyzstan, you’re the best of worlds,
You’re my homeland and I feel calm here.
You don`t need a lot of colourful words,
You just want me to live truthfully and clear.
There is an eye – my precious Issyk-Kul,
Looking far into the deep of Heaven
Where snowflakes hide like lacy tulle
Under cloud waves that have always striven
To move… My Issyk-Kul, such lovely place
And wherever I am, I want to go home,
To where Tien Shan is draped like a necklace
Where Ala-Too is stands erect and dumb
Yet is yelling us through the centuries
About its eternal, proud right to drum:
“Value the homeland, value the memories!
Because your ancestors shed their blood
For a handful of earth, for the fatherland
They fought bravely; we dedicate a ballade
To their future families!”
We have the flag, the coat of arms today,
We sing an anthem and we have a tundyke –
This yurt roof means never betray
And stay connected with the Sun, with Nature.
Oh, tell me Issyk-Kul on a winter day
How could I not be love in you, my rapture?
Aigul will blossom in Batken in spring
The flower of the moon, it is endemic.
In Kyrgyzstan I feel like have wings
Then I`ll tell about the flower`s legend!

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