A song of a Kazakh who got poisoned by south cooks

I am sick and yellow,
Yellow and green,
I am feeling not not happy
They poisoned me.

Hey, brother, please don't tell me
That you are in love with me
My stomach just tells me
It is not true.

You poisoned me,
Sons of bitches from the south.
Uzbeks and some south Kazakhs
Please wash your hands.

I am a Kazakh but I am much more
Better with towel and soap,
I got my hands always clean and happy
Why don't you do so, some bastards from south?

I am sick and yellow,
Yellow and green,
I am feeling not not happy
They poisoned me.

Hey, brother, please don't tell me
That you are in love with me
My stomach just tells me
It is not true.

P.S. To some readers from South Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan - please don't be offended if you personally wash your hands. This song is against those people in the south who spread germs with snacks they cook. I got horribly poisoned (nearly dead) due to "fantastic" cooking skills of some of these guys.