Текст песни Дмитрий Муртазов - Теберда

music by Marat Kochkarov
poems by Nazir Khubiev

Forests and mountains. Teberda gorge,
The native village became brighter in the sun.
The river sings and brings joy to the world,
And the nightingale echoes her heart.

Chorus:
Teberda, Teberda,
The native land of Teberda.

Our old house, calling me to itself,
I am happy, like childhood at dawn.
Shaggy dog, giving me a paw,
Moss-covered stone in the yard ...

Chorus.

I embrace the stone, as a friend,
My father rested on it more than once,
He loved nothing so much, I know
Like this stone in our yard!

Chorus.