The Boys of Our Village

Each one’s a giant, a tale to unfold, A living treasure, richer than gold. With hearts so vast, like the steppe they roam, The boys of our village, as strong as stone. Their eyes ablaze like springtime skies, Pride unyielding, they’ll brook no lies. Though fiery at times, they heed what’s right, The boys of our village, steadfast in might. They walk upright, heads held high, Unbowed by rank, wealth, or lie. Though passion burns, respect they show, To elders they honor, wherever they go. These boys I see in a shining light, This is the truth, my judgment’s right. And if you ask, “Where’s this place you call?” It’s the Kazakh land—that’s our village, that’s all!