Son Pascal and Anuar Nurpeisov “Englishman in Shymkent“

I don’t drink coffee I drink kumyz my dear I like my bayrsak with chai I left London for a sunny magic land I’m an Englishman in Shymkent See me walking down to Sairam On my pravorul’ka white They call me bratishke and I understand I’m an Englishman in Shymnkent Oohh. Ak,taug’a barmaym, Pavlodarg’a men barmaym I’m an Englishman in Symkent Oohh. New York-ke barmaym, Parizhge de men barmaym I’m an Englishman in Symkent I saw a girl down the avenue Janym menin come to me Someone kicked my back