Караганда — мама | Песня для всех, кто уехал, но не забыл

There are cities where we live. And there are cities that raised us. For us, it's not just a spot on the map. It's our mother. "Karaganda - Mama" is a song born from the poems of our fellow countryman and from the feelings of thousands of Karaganda residents who today live in different countries, but whose hearts are still at home. (The author of the lyrics is unknown; they were sent to me by a viewer. But they are so sincere, warm, and real that I couldn't leave these verses as mere lines and turned them into a song. I hope the author will forgive me for changing some lines and, without destroying the main meaning, adding a chorus.) If you were born in Karaganda. If you spent your childhood and youth there. If you're far away, but sometimes catch yourself thinking: "But this was my city..." This song is for you. Write in the comments where you're looking from and which street, courtyard, or neighborhood you remember most often. We're close. We're from the same building. Karaganda and Me =============================== For contact, write to me on Telegram - https://t.me/amansmagulov Email: [email protected] ========================= If you enjoyed the walk, you can buy me a coffee via: PayPal: [email protected] Kaspi 4400 4303 9166 5517 Zolotaya Korona: +7 707 875 1451 Aman Smagulov ===================== #Karaganda #KaragandaMama #KaragandaResidents #HomeTown #Nostalgia #WeAreFromKaraganda #KaragandaIA #SongOdom #Fellow Countrymen