Текст песни Наиль Хазипов - Чилим

- Bring the chilim soon! -
Words come to my tongue
We chill some stuff
And the song will flow itself.
Here, I hear Chilim say:
- In my head, coal is burning,
And all those who gathered around
Some insults dry up.

The lover over there huddled in the corner
Tears a handkerchief.
I can help in his grief,
Summarize him with a bright conclusion.
I will curtain the lot with fog,
I will hold you in trouble on the edge.
He thinks, he himself sang,
But in fact, I sing in it.

- Well, carry more chilim! -
Words come to the tongue
We're going to chill some stuff.
And the song will flow itself.
Here, I hear Chilim say:
- In my head, coal is burning,
And all those who gathered around
From some grievances dry.