Текст песни Азамат Биштов и Мурат Тхагалегов - Он думал, я ему принадлежу

Swept through the aul formidable sound
- Returned to the edge of the native gray Mamluk,
And he began his story slowly
- From grief and resentment itching soul.
& Quot; He thought I serve for gold,
He saw in the eyes of my devotion.
He thought, I belong to him -
And his life was in my hands.
I first Burj Emir guarded,
And may Allah protects itself,
And he gave me for them gone, sold,
Seeing a gray hair in my temples.
Emir did not know that was my son,
That his mother bought me the will,
I told the story of family,
To know - have descendants on earth.
He thought I was serving for the gold,
He saw in the eyes of my devotion.
He thought, I belong to him -
And his life was in my hands & quot ;.