The concert at the celebration of the 30th anniversary of Tajikistan's independence.
TAJIKISTAN
The black stork hides his heart
In the mountains of the Hissar Range,
Today he is a legend, a tale,
Not written in words.
The land with thousands of rivers, and dales,
And waterfalls, and ridges, and mountains,
Renowned for its valor
And its face and look are austere.
Tajikistan - the heart skips a beat,
And the soul sings about your beauty.
Tajikistan - a land warmed by the sun,
And the loving rays of your sons and daughters.
Glaciers like a white dress
Tenderly cover the mountain tops,
Alauddin reflects in its waters surface
The light from the skies so pleasing to the eyes.
The air here smells of fruit orchards,
Returning you again to childhood.
Your waterfalls evoke a palette of feelings,
And your soul soars as the whistling wind...
8 сен 2021
