Текст песни Февзи Билялов - Гузель Къырым

Countries from Alushta
My face hit.
Land from childhood
My cousin fell.

I'm not hiding here,
I did not feel my youth,
I have taken refuge in my homeland,
Hey, beautiful Crimea!

I walked in your ways
I love you,
To live in my homeland
I would like to have a massage.

I brought you my greetings,
You are from my nation
Open your arms to me,
O beautiful Crimea!

The fruits of the gardens
The land of honey is syrup
Drink their water
I'm not feeling well.

The green mountains are forbidden,
Tatar art is back,
Open your arms to me,
O beautiful Crimea!