Текст песни Любимая песня моего дедушки - Хасбулат удалой

Khas-Bulat the Bold!
The poor Saklya thy
Golden Treasury
I will shower you.
Dame dagger and a horse
With kabarda brand.
And for that, for all
You give me a wife.

Under the plane tree thick
We sat together,
And the light of the moon
Ozar Circle
You see, there's Yamma-Su
Wash steep bank,
There I was in the woods yesterday
It was with your wife.

She gives me
Until the last day
And Allah swore
What's not to love you!
Khas-Bulat Do not Cry
For the wife would do anything
Budish father's revolver
Prince Will you yourself

Prince! The story of a long,
You're vain
I am a young wife
Yesterday you lay in wait.
Take care of the prince, the treasury
And possess it himself,
During his wife's infidelity
Her gift give.

Admire go
Come fall in love with -
In his bride
She sleeps in the river
And with a dagger in the chest
I closed her eyes,
Drowning in tears,
Kiss my frozen
On her lips.