Текст песни Магамед Дзыбов - Месяц плыл золотой

"Has-Bulat the Bold!
The poor Saklya thy
Golden Treasury
I lulling you.

Dame horse ladies dagger
Dame his rifle,
And for that for all
You give me a wife.

You're too old, you'd better saddle,
She're not habitation,
At the dawn of his early years
You'll ruin it.

Under the plane tree thick
We sat together,
Month sailing gold,
All was silent around.

Only game River
Erratic wave
And slide hand
In young breast.

She gives me
Until the last day
And Allah swore
What's not to love you! "

Hasbulat Do not Cry
For the wife would do anything
You'll be very rich
Will Prince yourself.

"Prince, your story is clear,
But in vain do you rёk -
You and your wife young
Yesterday I was waylaid.

Take Prince treasury
And possess it himself
During his wife's infidelity
I give her the gift.

You are my bride
Come fall in love with -
She is in my hut
He sleeps with a dagger in his chest.

I closed her eyes,
Drowning in tears,
Kiss my frozen
She's on the lips. "

Then an angry Prince
Saber suddenly snatched ...
The head of an old man
Pitch on the meadow.