SHARE WITH FRIENDS:
Independence is blessed.
Motherland is my garden and flower,
My eyeball is mine
Fayz baraka always to the game,
Thirty-two years have passed since your wedding.
My ancestors were brave,
Every inch of my country,
Asrab shot himself,
For the future generation.
Gone are the bad days,
Peace prevailed,
independence freedom,
There is chaos in my country.
This country has a bright future.
Fire from the eye of the spark,
Keep smiling and be happy forever.
My happiness is yours.
Blessed be the independence,
Let there be peace on earth,
Let sorrow be a burden,
Let the children play and laugh.
✍️: Islamova Mukambar