Flower Samarkand
Millions of tourists come to see, they
Words are powerless to describe
Are surprised to see your bread,
Flower Samarkand, my motherland.
Your children will grow up ,the
Virtuous scientist, will make you known to the whole world,
You are our pride, my dear abode,
Flower Samarkand my motherland.
There are many ancient places in the world,
There is no one more beautiful than you
There are holy places like Registan in
The light my mother earth.
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Samarkand “silk road” singing everything alive. I am in it.
Samarkand “silk road” singing everything alive. I am in it.