Текст песни Роза Алкожа - Алатау.Алтай.Атырау

Hello, the famous Karaganda!
My heat, my gold, my black bread.
Whose palm is better for me,
You look pale, wormwood, look
Turn my bird to flight,
Greetings to my relatives, Altai.
Most likely, Klondike, Alaska,
If Altai is full ?!
Steppe Ohihoy Abai, "Abailagan",
To say that Abay, Semey is a man.
Many years have passed, many years
There is a poet in the Kazakh pen,
Looks at Abay's ghost.
Oh wonderful!
What is your name Koks?
The stones were loaded and cut into cubes.
Borovoy bruised Okzhetpes,
Oh wonderful!
What is your name Koks?
Hello, Atyrau!
The Caspian Sea is staring at me,
Have you ever forgotten?
If your sand Kulan drew you, he could not win.
Oral - Oral is my acquaintance,
Borah shouted as Makhambet.
Isatai's white sword, Kurman-babaam,
The generation was given the dombra.
Is it funny, it's the Irgiz of the area,
To all the irresistible calendula.
The headache cannot pass on any person
Aktobe countless hello to your son and daughter!
Large-leaved tuft, steppe,
Great steppe-steppe, poet-steppe,
Between Akmola and Kostanay,
Both the tartar and the tartar that grew the grain.
On the island of Kulagan Dariya-Syr,
Kazakh Darius-Syr is an old man.
Is the rice storehouse of cheese,
Or Warehouse and Seed,
Kentau, Kazygurt, Karatau,
The famous saint is your white family,
Submit, Toast, Cover,
The Alatau is getting worse.
From the beginning, Karatau is not the leader,
Karatau is no longer calling anybody,
There is no tears in the eyes,
My black-eyed sister never wavered.
And the graduate, Zhambyl,
In the throne of nobody.
Now we have the Kazakh language "Elim-kalap",
Buried already in the scorching sand.

The desert steppe flew by,
Calm down, deeply missed.
Without being able to distinguish the edge and the edge,
Birds are also misguided.
Half a step, do not lie down, love the ground,
Many camels were loaded,
Your brain can't reach so many places,
How did the parents inherit it ?!
I know, the region where the poet wrote,
Tales of eternal dwelling.
Elderly people recite poems
The young people lived with the tears of youth.
Hello, dear, dear!
Specific soil, stranger,
The ancestors were looking for happiness.
I didn't know, they were happy