My Secret

In this land, many fools and many talents too, My luck has been the sorrow in my view. When someone speaks of "Zhylioy you think of "Aibek", When someone speaks of "Aibek," you think of "Zhylioy"! Sometimes we're a desert, sometimes the deep sea, Sometimes we're heavy, sometimes light and free. I am vast, like Zhylioy, wide as can be, For we are, For we are, twins, you see! Sometimes I exist, sometimes I’m nowhere found, Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes sorrow's around. Though I may laugh, though I may weep and roam, I always return to my wide Zhylioy's home. At times my strength overflows, it’s true, Some of my actions may seem unclear too. But my heart beats only for my homeland dear, For only in it will my soul be clear.