Текст песни Рустам Закиров - Кыр каззары

The wild geese sing,
The wild geese weep,
When it comes to flying in the fall.

My heart aches,
My heart is pounding,
Like wild geese when you leave.

Or is it raining,
Or young people,
Of birds that have gone astray.

The heart is waiting for you,
As the years go by,
Don't forget I'm all over the place.

The wild geese will return,
Tugay will blossom,
The waves of the lake are from the touch of the geese.

The heart will not tremble,
The expectation will not go in vain,
You come back - pass, pass misses.