Текст песни Фатима Акбулатова - Шаптал терек

And the apricot blooms in the garden again,
Again in the garden everything is pink and white,
Like the days when my own mother
She was alive and looking at him.

Flowering apricot branches
It's as clean today as it once was.
But there is no trace of my mother
Between the trees in the crushed grass.

Again in Chegem, apricot blossoms,
As if nothing had changed
And it seems that my mother is just about,
Walking through the garden, I disappeared behind the fence! ..

Къ. Kuliev