Текст песни Г.Сафин - Уфалла арбасы.

My mother bent over and bent over
Pull the "Ufalla" cart.
Even then, I remember
Let my heart be stirred.

The Uffalla chariot is a wound to my heart.
Away from the dirt roads.
A carriage loaded with the nugget of life
A village boy who dreams of pulling.

He drank, fed, lived
We realized its benefits.
So don’t complain, don’t give up
We pulled the "Ufalla" cart.

The Ufalla chariot is a wound to my heart.
Away from the dirt roads.
A carriage loaded with the nugget of life
A village boy who dreams of pulling.

They were far away,
No more carts we pull.
Knocking back on those past days
Lives flow quietly.

The Ufalla chariot is a wound to my heart.
Away from the dirt roads.
The chariot of life is loaded with chariots
A village boy who dreams of pulling.