Father

I am a son of this boundless country man, I've come to tell the songs of the steppe rather. When I stride on the soil of my native land, I've returned as if I were born from my mother. As if a warm blood flowed through, My mind becomes clear and pure. When step on the soil of native land true, As if he was reborn from his mother. Even though his hair was always straight, Even though he was short and white rather. When he came with his stick on the street, The whole district was afraid of my father. I don't know what makes you strong, Mayor or Director jumped up from seat. My father would not say one word them, However, their hearts enormous beat. Even though you have short legs foot, You will scare many people keen. With the pure feelings of childhood, I embarrassed to be near him. I often remember those times, I don't know why I feel ashamed. My father's lofty spirit these days, A hot stream flows through my veins. The air of his birthplace is the medicine, If you don't breathe that air, everything is in vain. Above all, on the battlefield of the soul, My father stands tall like a towering mountain!