Future generation

Standing strong, my extraordinary nation, I still bask in the warmth of admiration. As long as my mother tongue survives, With future generations, I will thrive. I paid no mind to careless words, Though I'd pause pain if I could with chords. All I have to give is poetry's light— What else can I offer my homeland's might? Instead of praising, let's seek to grow, Blessings from elders we ought to know. If we can't stand firm for the truth's refrain, Surely, we'll face the bullets again! January’s soil has barely dried, Yet festive tunes in Almaty abide. Amid the nation's woes unfolding, Our blind society remains unknowing!