Текст песни Учкекен - Туугъан элим - Учкулан

The people of Alan are the people of the Father,
Karachay-Cherkessia is a kind of medicine,
The three springs are joined together
In the frost, my dear people-Uchkulan!

I'm sorry to hear that
I do not think that the world will be,
If you call me a boy,
My dear people, Uchkulan!

Alan is the son of a violent man,
Karachay is an unforgettable city,
Treasure of national honor and dignity,
Candle Uchkulan-mountain Hellenic clean!

Beware of your mother tongue!
You are the religion of honor!
May my soul be sacrificed for you,
My dear people, Uchkulan!

My people are turned away from the snare of violence,
Now let him shake you from afar!
Sooner or later I will come and count me,
My numbers for joining the soil.

Too hard for him,
As far as I can tell,
I love you shopping,
My dear people, Uchkulan!