Nilufar Tokhtaboyeva
A fierce wind over the mountain peak
Industrious Labor Finds Ground
Traces of Tomaris we are a new sprout
I am an Uzbek child, let me thank you
Creation that we have built for a period of peace
Salvation when I say thank you
Life is a mess.
I am an Uzbek child, let me thank you
The Gardens Where Zulfi’s Hair Is Wrapped
These mountains where Hamid Olimjon was the bridegroom
These are the days when the Living Will Never Be Lost
I am an Uzbek child, let me thank you
It’s a great blessing for all four seasons
I am an Uzbek child, the greatest luck
Bow down and pray
I am an Uzbek child, let me thank you
Nilufar Tokhtaboyeva
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