Текст песни Крымско-татарская - От Бахчисарая

Mountains and Creeks, Rivers and Valley
No land else, closer and relatives
My youth flows there
And from the tops of high
From bakhchisaraya, long road
Between two valleys fatherland my
There blooms tobacco, there is a cemetery
I was born my son of my land.

There River Basman and Sokolny takeoff,
There are the remains of the Crimean partisans,
I have not seen the place, you did not see youth,
Rose on a stranger as a trapasan,
From bakhchisaraya, long road
Between two valleys fatherland my
There blooms tobacco, there is a cemetery
I was born my son of my land.