Kazakhstan, our native land
!
We love you very much.
Sea, mountains, the steppe:
It is my Homeland!
How great is my land,
How wide are its expanses -
Lakes, rivers and fields,
Forests, the steppe, and mountains.
Crane, crane, crane!
He flew over a hundred lands.
Flew, and walked,
His wings, and feet got tired,
We asked the crane:
- Where's the best land? -
He answered, flying:
- There's nothing better than your home!
