Текст песни Народная песня - Хазбулат удалой

Hass-Bulat delete poor Sakla Your
Gold casnaya i sleep you
I will give a horse lady dagger ladies rifle your
And for this for all you give me a wife
You're old you're too sad to live with you
At the dawn of young years you will destroy her
Under chinaru thick we sat together
A month sailed gold all silently circle
Prince story is clear yours but in vain you rivers
You and my wife and yesterday we drove yesterday
Take care, prince, treasury
And owned her himself
And the wrong wife
Give you nothing
Admose
You are bride
Sleep with the dagger in the chest
She is in my sacla
Here is angry prince
Sable snatched suddenly ...
Head old man
Rolled on the meadow.