Стихи про Казахстан на английском

Kazakhstan - the native land

Very because we love you.

Sea, mountains, dal steppe-

This is my Motherland!

How great is my land,

How wide is its vast expanses

Lakes, rivers and fields,

Forest and steppe, and mountain.

Jura-Jura-Zhuravel!

He circled the hundred lands.

Circled, and passed round,

Wings, legs натрудил.

We asked crane: -

Where are the best land? -

He answered, flying: -

Better to have none of the native land!