Текст песни Чеченская традиционная музыка - Земля отцов ваших

What hurts you , my native land ?
Destroyed , burned my land
What is it you ruined ?
The veil of mist mountains
My heart aches for real men
In one series , they are buried .
And some do not even buried.
What hurts you , my native land ?
Land real men
What do you think?
The whole street covered with fog.
My heart aches for those men .
What hurts you , my native land ?
the fog lays down on your back .
My heart aches for the children 's eyes
And the tears of their mothers .
My heart aches for my dead relatives
And for those who are willing to live without them .