Текст песни башкирская застолье Радмир Туйсин - Туй йыры

Blankets drenched in white
Strawberries from the winter road.
They are not careful,
Counting in anxious care,
After that, the baby is born.

To the feathered ones,
If the bride comes to the village.
It is a newspaper left over from Borong,
The village squeezed,
It's too late to see.

The young girl with a sigh of relief,
The bride has to look her best during this time, because of posterity more than anything else.
That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there.
Abeyzar puts on a heavy smile.

Those who have already been hanged,
The bride has to look her best during this time, because of posterity more than anything else.
The bride-to-be is covered with ozone,
Don't go for less that your full potential.
Don't be sad.