| As my village moves, my land is becoming deserted, My fertile land on high mountain-pass is left behind. Where is a place like my native Altai? Old mother washes her breasts with tears Gazing upon this land, my eyes grew tired. Where is a place like my native Altai? People moved from the Great Altai like a storm, Shots were heard in the white steppe Where is a place like my native Altai? Argamak* tripped on wild tussock, Camels broke their bridle Where is a place like my native Altai? Where is a place like Golden Altai? Where is a place like Altai? Note: *A horse breed.
Credits Song: Kazakh folk song Artist: Unknown Music video: Courtesy of Алтай, Іле, Тарбағатай әндері мен әншілері Text & translation: Lyricstranslate.com Selected by: Henry Muldrow Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes. |