Текст песни Wanderer - Казахстан - Чечня

My head became like ashes Seda,
And in the soul there was one hall.
And my age live, passed the year,
But I dream of children's dreams sometimes ...

Kazakh aul, sultry heat,
On the dusty road pants rolled.
I'm a boys running crying and shouting,
Va Dada Va Dada take me ...

Creaks and rumbles loudly Arba,
Did on the field takes away.
Left one go to the aryk.
Until the evening I wait.

From the heat, we fleeing the kids,
All day do not leave warm water.
Black from the tan, from the tsypak legs in the blood.
Frozening lying in road dust ...

Here the sun hid, the twilight came.
The voices of shepherds per aul are heard.
And runs for the Occake of the boy a squad,
They are gathering to meet their Dad ...

Here, I came to see a couple of horses,
All also rinsing Arba on her.
Sitting tired but very native,
My Dada from work eats home ...

And at the knees of Santa I sit,
I felt later I hold the entrance
And grandfather holds me
And the happiest in Aul is me ...