Ризамын [Rızamyn] [English translation]

I'm glad with (proud of) the elders of my free people

I'm glad with the male wolves of my boundless steppes

I'm glad, I'm glad.

I'm glad, I'm glad.

I'm glad, I'm glad.

I'm glad, I'm glad.

Every ideal every side, what a great spirit

Heroes born into the garden of the land are gigantic

Every due paid

Raising the blue flag towards the sky

They never break their words

Never hesitating over challenges

Disseminating his brave father

Protecting his steppe without caring about his life

Their bodies are greater than mountains

They follow their ancestors' ways

And they become a star and shine in the sky

I'm glad with (proud of) the elders of my free people

I'm glad with the male wolves of my boundless steppes

When you see their majesty, the fire of faith will never die away

I'm glad of the men who never give away their dignity

They never go astray from the way of honesty, the men are mighty

He never depends on anyone, his heart is free

In harmony with rumbles

The Kazakh is proud of this kind of sons

Breaking the dawn with a tremendous zeal

Sons whose sons are born into the beloved country

Jump forward yelling "My Country!"

Our eagles have golden wings

They don't even once fly with a string attached

They win all the races

Each one is a lion

I'm glad with (proud of) the elders of my free people

I'm glad with the male wolves of my boundless steppes

When you see their majesty, the fire of faith will never die away

I'm glad of the men who never give away their dignity