Текст песни А Л - Таджикский поэт

Tajik young poet
 On a donkey long-eared
 Dusty on the road
 Among the yurts of fields and apple trees.
 He holds a spring in his hand
 Pen and notebook
 And brings in his thoughts
 On paper open spaces.
 From the narrow beautiful eyelids
 He casts his wise gaze
 And sings to the sounds of dombra
 And laughs and weeps.
 He praises the vastness
 Our homeland is free
 Corrects skullcap
 At the top of the tanned.

 Kumysak he drinks cold
 Unleashing a lyk leather
 And with a fun nike
 At the fire, he reads poetry.
 He dreams hard, gently
 About love and communism.
 And nanaika is touching
 Waving a turban slightly.
 And the friends of his Kyrgyz
 Skate
 Freeze like statues
 In anticipation of Communism ...