For the Land
Atyrau and Mangystau, two twin lands,
From the start, we’re kin, united we stand.
We’ve endured the heat like a patient steed,
And in the frost, like a black stallion, we lead.
Through heat and cold, we’ve been thoroughly burned,
Like dried meat, we’ve become, hard and turned.
We’re the last of the wolves, survivors we claim,
From many fierce fires, we’ve risen, aflame.
If you ask where we're from, we hail from Zhylyoi,
For our Kazakh, we stand; we can’t help but employ.
Our sacred Kazakhstan, its Constitution so grand,
We won't let it be treated like a mere handkerchief, bland!
They think we’re meek and gentle, this they believe,
But our land we’ll defend, we will not leave.
For our land, we’ll struggle, we’ll fight till we die,
Even if they sweep our skin, we’ll rise and reply.
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