Everyone Will Strive to Be Kazakh

In autumns when my longing grows fierce, Shall I seek traces of youth’s blazing years? With carefree hearts, for the sake of our kin, We’ll live free lives, unburdened within. The day will come, awaited with yearning, The day will come, longed for with burning. When my spirit rises, my chest will swell, My courage will soar, unbroken, unquelled. The dawn will rise, doubts swept away, My heart will overflow, fulfilled that day. Recognize this – I’m Kazakh, proud and strong, To the world, I’ll prove where I belong! The winds of my Kazakh steppe will still blow, Our destiny equal with nations will grow. With a vibrant, creative, and fiery spirit, Other nations will respect and hear it. Soaring in the skies – the steppe’s eagle bold, Echoing high – the Alash* cry of old! With pure Kazakh blood, claiming their share, Foreigners will envy, competing to declare. For the future, Kazakhs will rise and strive, For the future, Kazakhs will burn alive. When shackles are broken, shattered and gone, The longed-for day of freedom will dawn. Dark clouds, you cannot hide the sun’s gleam, Kazakh, rise up and fulfill your dream! Shatter the corrupt system to its core, And realize your ancestors’ vision once more! *Alash – A historical and cultural rallying cry for unity among Kazakhs.