Ken Zhyloy

My parents have seen a lot, They came from a noble land. I came to life screaming loud, To tell the truth on the ground. From the meadows of blue land, I have collected butterfly song. My homeland is hotter fire than, Gave me power and fire in my soul. Mother Earth to you I am related, I drank water from dug well. There, my navel blood is dripped, I never say you 'farewell'. The homeland is beautiful and shiny, For me wonderful and warm ravine. The people of Zhyloy are kind-mind, They believe is freedom coming.