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By Ibrayim YUSUPOV
RAFAELLO OF OUR STEPPE
Oh, my dear, your character
Looks like a slug of gold.
Lazy gaiety of our people bold,
Rafaello of our steppe

They say, in another world

Everybody is ready to give a life
For a masterpiece, a picture of our life
We confess before the God in this world
And the God forgives our sins in life.

Because you give all your heart

Into the pictures drawn by you
The light in your eyes encourage you,
Spreading its rays, reflecting the art.
Rafaello of our steppe

By Tajetdin SEYTJANOV

SWEET WORDS
Oh, people, good people
Don’t let bad people make you cry
Don’t let your souls suffer and cry
Tell only sweet words llike honey.

Many people be satisfied with each other,

Let the words cure our souls.
Tell only sweet words, sweet to your souls,
If you wish long life to each other.

By Sagidulla ABBAZOV

IF THERE NO A TRAFFIC LIGHT
Don’t play in the middle of the street.
Don’t make a driver be in trouble.
If you see a care in the street,
Don’t hurry to cross the road in trouble.

Being a pedestrian, walk on a pavement,

Keep the right way every day.
Don’t harm others walking on a pavement
Swinging your arms here and there on the way.

Behave yourself, follow the right way,

Walking be, be carefully, look out!
Running into people, don’t make them stay,
Walk on one side of the pavement, look out!

by Tolibay QABULOV

TUTORS
Your beautiful faces are like dawn of spring,
Your marry hearts are like a burning flame,
Like waves of Mother Amu they ring,
You’re on wings of my songs, dear tutors.

You lead the youth to the world of knowledge,

You head them to the happy future,
For million hearts you’re a storage,
You like in the wonderful world, our tutors.

Singing like a nightingale the world of knowledge,

You were born in streams of life,
You shine like the sun in the sky, like gold coinage,
Beaming your raysto our hearts, to life.

You thought us the alphabet of life,

We are always thankful to you, our tutors.
You’re like a star twinking in our hearts life,
E’ll remember you for ever, our tutors.

By Nawriz JAPAQOV

SPRING
Comes the season of spring,
With a singing ring,
With days warmer, the sun beaming,
Floods steaming, ice melting.
Geese are flying away,
Ducks are landing far away,
There’s such nose in the lake
With gagging and quacking they awake,
I hear a varietly of sounds,
And look at the ground,
Covered with a blanket green,
It means that spring wins,
This wonderful season of the year,
That rings the bell heard to our ear,
Walking everything and the ground,
Everything flourishes around.
Where gardens are in blossom,
With high trees in blossom,
With beautiful flowers, red and white,
With fruit and earring under the light.
Winter passed
Birds came back at list.
Games started in lakes.
Every living being awakes,
Birds play chasing each other,
Running one after another.
Celebrating the coming of sping,
Their songs sound like the bell’s ring.