Текст песни Мурат Тхагалегов и Азамат Биштов - Он думал

Rusted on aulu formidable sound
- returned to the land of his native gray Mamluk,
But he started his story he slowly
- From Grief and Obolid the soul.
"He thought I am for gold serve,
He saw my devotion in the eyes.
He thought I belong to him -
And his life was in my hands.
I guarded the first Burj-Emir,
And let Allah protect himself,
And he went for them, sold,
Seeing gray in my temples.
Emir did not know that his son was mine
That his mother bought him will
I told the story of my native,
So that they knew - there are descendants on Earth.
He thought I am for gold serve,
He saw my devotion in the eyes.
He thought I belong to him -
And his life was in my hands. "