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Nostalgia Like an orphan on the way to the perfect caravan,
The ringing tears in the eyes of anticipation.
From the smallest particle to Jupiter You are the coach, let me know,
The sun, a broken eyelash will never disappear,
The room was so sturdy.
Today was the winter breath of vegetables,
Hope for tomorrow in the blood now.
When the figs are gone, the melon is drowned,
I watched him in the happy morning.
They stepped on a cursed rose,
Would a soul remain silent.
He was a man of great pride,
He kissed Astana and swore.
My sisters are as proud as I am,
That is, he made my prosperous house happy.
This war, which is the devil's prey, will surely come upon him.
My son is alive, victorious, victorious,
Gard also frowned.
Whatever my father does, the feeling of inheritance…
He has a right to miss the soul.
I'm waiting, a horse in the distance,
Dust is coming, I say.
Every bud that swells on a spring twig
It is comforting to miss.
As the seedlings reminded me,
His breath blows like the morning wind.
If we drink soup in the evening, a portion is less,
I miss someone - someone.
Although I always have hope,
Sometimes temptations overwhelm me.
Maybe a strange bullet, or danger
Treasure is a diamond lost in my life…
No, he is immortal, his step creates the universe,
This world of life belongs to you and to us.
I miss you so much in the morning,
I was reading aloud, and the sun came out.
Blurred fantasies ceased like a fountain,
A pure heart is a drop of mercury.
The sickle is a flower, a desire,
I went to the garden to press my hat.
The girl next door is her lover,
Disappointed, I followed.
I didn't have a sarvinoz in the garden, though,
My helper is Nafisa.
I did when I missed you flower grafting,
It would take life from spring to kiss.
He knocks on the neck,
These tears are useless in my pearly eyes.
You two are two years old, Put your lips on your lips.
The sun laughs at my temptation.
The day I heard you came
In a large basket you have woven,
Peel a squash, grate it and squeeze the juice.
Victory days are near, of course.
Walking, chest open, peach on head,
You have fine hair just like your mustache.
Each peach example is a laugh,
Dawn is pale, sarin, spotless.
Like berry sweat on the lips of a lover
The morning dew trembles in it.
Can't find so much fun
Even babies who taste good in their sleep.
Good health, my son.
Keep your own garden, your own fruit kernels.
Take possession of this heritage garden,
With the inheritance right entrusted to me.
In the garden, like a peacock,
Plant the seed of hope together.
Let’s take a walk into the victorious future
My dear mother and I are two.
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