Текст песни Булат Жиханшин - Туган якта

the melting snow will return in the spring
just like a dry rabbit
longing for my thoughts
birds when they go home

threads of a broken life
I'll be back if I get out
a place of refuge in the embrace of miken
stretching out his hand to my hand

I don't care about the birds
I would follow you back to my hometown
stop at the crossroads of seven roads
kneel before fate

the melting snow will return in the spring
powders are the wounds of souls
tirelessly like a young slave
the coming chase in the meadows

agar miken spring shipments
to take away my sorrows
my wishes when the star is shot
let him write to make it come true

I don't care about the birds
I would follow you back to my hometown
stop at the crossroads of seven roads
kneel before fate

the salts on the native side are sore
Deva to my soul will be found in my homeland
on his way back to his old land
I will kneel before fate