Текст песни Зиннур Даутов - Кайттым туган ягыма

My white years, white clouds
Flow to the native side
From the road that the Gerleviks built
I go back to my childhood

Wrapped in spring lightning
I returned to my hometown
In the springs that sing
White clouds are reflected

My childhood was over
The fields are windy
I was bitter
Holy wish here

Wrapped in spring lightning
I returned to my hometown
In the springs that sing
White clouds are reflected

Only if I return home
Light up my soul
I'm sorry to hear that
I miss you so much

Wrapped in spring lightning
I returned to my hometown
In the springs that sing
White clouds are reflected.