Текст песни Сулиман Дильмаев - лет 17 назад

It was a long time 17 years ago
I was a girl troika postal
Cropped face was like Topal Slim
and in the fluff handkeys is covered

Suddenly she says to her song I sang
I got sick and she praised
Our horses raced as if Chuya Bid
How rushing their unclean power

Here the Cossack Track cut our way
Troika Fast Crop Stalled
Someone shot suddenly right in the maiden breast
And she slammed the children

But she only managed to say to death
that she ran out of prison
if the death is not mine I was yours
and she like a flower point lifted

See the forest behind the hill he is high in Dali
And behind this hill Ta Girl
And behind this hill, that girl is becoming
What took my heart with him