Текст песни Лилия Ханипова - Аллюки

I heard yesterday: someone is singing
A truly beautiful, national tune like ours;
Different thoughts come in different forms, -
Or what a mournful, mournful tune.

He tells it spontaneously
What the Tatar heart felt;
In three hundred years of being poor
How fate has oppressed us.

How much trouble our people have suffered,
Not many tears;
Inflamed with national sentiments,
It scratches from the heart.

I listened to the song in amazement,
Abandoning the thoughts of the lower world;
I was the color I saw in my mind
Bulgarian and White Bays.

I couldn't stand it, I went to the singer,
I said, "Brother, what is this tune?"
In response, my compatriot told me:
"It's going to be a tune, Alluki!"