"Where is my sleep, oh god, where is my sleep?
Outside is that sobbing or a guffaw?
That is why the green poplars have remained thus.
That is why I am devoted to just one kind of thought."
Thus begins this almost frenetically paced song based on the words of Kazakh poet Tumanbay Moldagaliev.
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