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My Birthplace, My Golden Cradle
At birth, you opened your door wide,
My homeland – my golden cradle, my pride.
You give my spirit wings to soar,
How can I sing your praises more?
Your soft embrace, like a fluffy bed,
May my nation grow, may it be widespread!
In your embrace, I feel so free,
Living a life of blissful glee.
Every day spent within your grace,
My happiness, my treasure, my place!
As long as you thrive, my dear land,
My honor stands tall, like a mighty hand!
Copyright ©
Aibek Kalmaganbetov
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