Текст песни Чеченская война - Горит и стонет земля

Lights and groaning earth
My native Chechnya
And the mountains are groaning , grieving,
And the heavens weep .
For what you burned the house ,
Why tell the shooting,
And kill people
In their homes , like animals .
I do not wanna die,
I do not want to kill ,
But the land of the fathers
I can not give them ,
And though shoot me ,
And even kill me,
I'm on Vainakh land
I do not ever deny .
I'm so afraid for you ,
I tremble for you,
I pray for you ,
On my native land !
I pray for you ,
About the birthplace of Chechnya !