назлы жил йомшак жил китерэ чэчэкле болыннын ислэрен мин тоям мин тоям жиллэрнен яшлектэн аз булып искэнен сагынам сагынам озелеп ялкынлы яшлегем эзлэрен
Birches mysterious to the wind It burns my youthful feelings When the radishes are covered with white shale I miss my village evenings, I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
a gentle breeze brings a gentle breeze the scent of a flowery meadow i feel i feel the winds from a young age I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
to give in thought, to dream I listen to the flow of the spring the springs sing as a song sing the feelings of my youth My village, which I have preserved, has traced my stormy youth (2 times)