I am Qazaq – Scythian’s heir,
Herodotus told me this.
Targytai’s scythian king
And Centaurs’ offspring.
start my history with Saq
He taught me worship Tengri
The chief of Saks in golden armor
Was my ancestor – my brother
Never I obeyed someone,
Hit my enemies indeed.
Held the countries in my fist,
Countries of the West and East
Lidiya, Rome, Iran and China
Paid a tribute like Babel With
the help of my “long will”
I ruled the peoples and crushed rebel.
Ancient Daai the same as Dah,
Bow and quiver is their stamp.
They are ancestors of mine,
I am Qazaq that is Adai.
I am Qazaq the same as Hun,
I’m known in West as Gun.
Having conquered Europe,
I’m hero of the German rune.
I am Qazaq – the heaven Turk,
Wolf, bori, qasqyr and gurg.
Son of a human and a wolf,
The only Tengri was my roof.
I am Qazaq, that is khazar,
Kuturgur, dulu, bulgar,
But, embroiling fibre of stories,
On their mouth I am Tatar
I am Qazaq – oguz, qypchak,
Sword and spear is my stamp.
Among anger, darkness, frost
I lit my fireplace like a lamp.
I am Qazaq, tatar – mongol,
My horse is table, bed and car
I put my throne in cities, mountains,
I put it in the palaces through war.
I am Berish, id est Qazaq!
I am Khan and Shakhinshakh,
My paths laid in Eurasia,
I rode them on my argamak
As Sultan Mameluke I ruled Egypt.
I took my ancient bow and arrows.
I forced crusaders from the East.
I made them fear of my fist.
I am warrior – Nogay!
I am a leader of the wolves,
And like legendary Mamay,
I crushed cities and walls.
I am Qazaq, the same as Sak,
And I had moments of misfortune,
And I was called “Kirgiz-kaisak”
It sounded like a spoiled tune.
The brand or sign he used to put
And called himself – “kOzak”,
He belongs to Sak, Kaisak’s son,
Let him be proud: «I am qazaq!»
I am a hero of the War,
Who used to take Reichstag,
I was the fi rst who had erected
The red – Soviet flag.
I am not devout monk my friend,
The Sky-Tengri – my Allah,
And looking up at blue sky,
I just exclaim: «I am a qazaq!»
I used to know so many foes,
I was defended and used to rule
Because I am a free Qazaq.
And freedom is my life and rule.
Before achievement of the freedom
I used to die, relieved again.
In order to achieve true freedom,
I need the time to be extend.
In hearts so thankful to me,
I am noble, I am Qazaq,
Because I saved so many people,
I gave them home and my flag.
I used to see so many things,
I’m not afraid of anything,
Cause memory of me like wings,
Is flying over you like dreams.
I’m not afraid of little things,
And even future ash of mine,
Will break its voice like lion,
It will declare: “I am Qazaq”!
