Текст песни Baktygul Merubaeva - Taubene kel

Again, the proportion of thieves again
Youth all in the camp were,
And now I am writing to you my dear,
That is how much of the thieves.
Ah Mamadzhan here what percentage of thieves.
 
Who said that I buried underground?
For faster Pechёroy river ...
My dear mother in vain you cry,
Dripping with bitter tears ...
My dear mother in vain you cry,
Dripping with bitter tears ...

In the camp we were carrying bricks
From marozi hands froze
Mamadzhan Kazlų destroyed
And during this period, we added
Mamadzhan Kazlų destroyed
And during this period, we added

And now I sit on the bare boards
I have a valost padovitom
Not enough to you dear
Because the share of thieves
Not enough to you dear
Because the share of thieves