Текст песни Хас-Магомед Xаджимурад - Рассказ старца

I remember once in the spring , in the aul paced ,
He was cheerful and young, full chest breathing .
Who does not cheerful friends , since he is in the prime of strength ,
That God then asked for a different life .

Suddenly, I looked toward the old man is frail ,
And quite hunched , his feet barely spins .
And in the eyes of the old man had so much love,
When his eyes fell on the mountains of my ...

In his house, he is inviting , and what could have treated ,
I offered him the way : " Relax ! "
- Know Chechen highland spirit has not waned -
he said, and told me this story.