Текст песни Салих Жанатаев - Джигитны джыры

He loved his illness
In a spectacular juror,
My songs heal all around,
Shaken by the sea
The floor is outside
I go and play the name.

Choruses:
To the snowy mountain,
To the salt water
I'd like to have a massage.
Jurek in my mind,
In the beating drum
Says my darling!

Ming Mountain hints,
He looked out of the cloud,
Jash calls Jurek to the cut,
Don't let the old man kick it
The light spreads,
He was wearing a bulletproof vest.

Choruses.

Trample straight, you trample my nation
You have good manners and honor.
When you are trampled, the heart trembles,
Chases both the card and the jash!

Choruses.