Текст песни Ворон Кутха - Не гони

Do not drive fast

What do I need
At the top of summer?
Dusty roads
They took me out of the house.
With a millstone around the neck
Gray couplets.
Burn-chains-
-Books got it.

Well, you, my Sivki,
Where are you, my Burqi?
Galloped
To different ends.
Tired of hide and seek
Tired of blind man's buffs.
Have gone, merged
Clear messengers.

There are no tearful Fridays
Bright Sundays.
Do not come without stellar ordeals
Sunny days.
Beaten, wounded by little things.
Wings wither behind shoulders.
One day we'll get there as it is
Do not drive fast.

Plowed the furrow
Wide and crooked.
Straightly wanted -
Cut to the side.
I wish it were faster
And I would be so beautiful.
Sokhu disheveled,
Broke the harrow.

I'm missing the trouble.
I don't know how to sweet.
Come up to ask
And everything is unknown.
I'll start a song
And I'll sow that too.
I'm comin in the wind
That on the edge of the shore.