Daniyor Ikramov
Grasses call the homeland place home
The swallow calls the place where it came home
I also call my wonderful country my homeland
We will not give my country to anyone
Uzbekistan, which belongs to Uzbeks!
I rub the soil on my eyes
It always fascinated the world
Such a place does not exist in any other world
We will not give my country to anyone
Uzbekistan, which belongs to Uzbeks!
The mornings will light up chasing the darkness
The moon embraces the shining star
The nightingale dances in the gardens, laughing
We will not give my country to anyone
Uzbekistan, which belongs to Uzbeks!
Happy is the person who lived here
Every day is meaningful, every moment is joyful
You want to live here forever
We will not give my country to anyone
Uzbekistan, which belongs to Uzbeks!
The four seasons are always new
After sleep ends, spring begins
You will not find sadness in summer, autumn and winter
We will not give my country to anyone
Uzbekistan, which belongs to Uzbeks!
If you put a piece of wood in the soil
The next day you will receive many blessings
You will not find anything in the world equal to my country
We will not give my country to anyone
Uzbekistan, which belongs to Uzbeks!
Author: Daniyor Ikramov, Khatirchi District, Navoi Region, Republic of Uzbekistan
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