Текст песни Геннадий Жуков - Жалоба акына

If not in this desert traveler, except for me,
 To whom I give all that eked out behind?
 If every village only my children so relatives,
 Then who is to tell our family grief?
 
If every word sounds in their native language,
 How do you know - the rich language of the native people have?
 If only five fingers on each hand,
 How much I cheated nature?
 
If the sisters are beautiful, and the sisters are like flowers,
 And flowers dwarfs in the colors fading, girlfriend -
 Who will bring me a flower from the distant meadows,
 To remember that there is no other beauty?
 
If the heart is one thing - how to give each lover?
 If my little hands - as beloved children hugging?
 If my little finger - like the strings to make sound
 In harmony with the soul, that - like wood - dry standing without heavenly water ...
 
Who will tell me - comforted, bard,
 Everything in the universe - so, and will not be otherwise -
 I began to calm.