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My delicate beauty

The light gives beauty to the face
The belt gives beauty to the waist.
Our beloved delicate beauty,
Let be glorified by the song.
 
Your lips are red flowers
That just blossomed, beauty.
One has only to look at them and a fire in his heart
Will flare up, my beauty.
 
Your bangs are like a Мargilan1
Silk, my beauty.
Your love is like a childish
Dream, my beauty.
 
You are as costly as Uzgen2
Rice, my beauty.
Your grace is like jewelry
Silver, my beauty.
 
Your elegancy is like an ambler's
Step 3, my beauty.
Turn the parched deserts of my heart
Into flower gardens.
 
I burn, my beauty, snow-white,
I have found nobody like you in the world.
“My beauty” I kept calling out
while sought through day and night.
 
Oh, your feet step so softly,
Your sedan beads smell so nice.
Oh, your feet pace so softly,
Your red pepper beads smell so nice.
 
If you were honey in a cup
And I would have plunged into it like a fly.
Then unable to have gotten out
If I could really obey you.
 
If you would pull me out with pity
I would light up as your lamp.
If I were your white coral
Wrapped around your neck six times.
 
I have no cattle to give4,
And I have no strength to get it.
Out of poverty
I burn outside, but embers inside.
 
But it turn out that my mischievous temper
Doesn't care about all of this.
Please show yourself just once
Like the moon emerging from the clouds.
 

• 1. The best sort of silk at that time there
• 2. The best sort of rice at that time there
• 3. smooth
• 4. as bride price

Heritage

I will tell, hey
About the legacy left by the ancestors.
The era has renewed,
 
The new generation continues ancestors' traditions.
 
The people keeps their honor high,
Listening attentively to the heartbeat.
I feel its dignity and I'm proud,
Let the years pass without erasing it from history.
 
Without retreating from their courage,
Revering the big people,
They left us an independence
Giving us their life
So many people ... Hey, alas, alas.
Hey, alas, alas.
 
From my Kyrgyz people that left traces on the stones
Some have gone far away
Others have reached the stars.
Keep the honor,
Do not argue with each other.
 
I have devoted, hey,
Inextinguishable fair labor for my land.
Heroes, hey,
Since a long time, they built a peace, made it up
 
The people keeps their honor high,
Listening attentively to the heartbeat.
I feel its dignity and I'm proud,
Let the years pass without erasing it from history.
 
Without retreating from their courage,
Revering the big people,
They left us an independence
Giving us their life
So many people ... Hey, alas, alas.
Hey, alas, alas.
 
From my Kyrgyz people that left traces on the stones
Some have gone far away
Others have reached the stars.
Keep the honor,
Do not argue with each other.
Hey, alas, alas.
Hey, alas, alas.
Ah, alas, alas.