Suyq Heat

Steppe wind is howling at the door

But we are ready for minus forty

Glass towers steaming in the frost

Astana lights, we never get lost

Suyq Astana,

jel is wild (ooh-ahh) But we laugh like a child

We chose this frost,

we chose this life

Taxi heater roaring high

Golden tower in the frozen sky

Left the village far behind

Your warm hand is mine to find

Suyq Astana,

jel is wild (ooh-ahh) But we laugh like a child

We chose this frost,

we chose this life

We hear the ice

cracking on the river

(brrr) But with you I do not shiver

Suyq Astana,

jel is wild (ooh-ahh)

But we laugh like a child

We chose this frost,

we chose this life

Astana... minus forty...