Текст песни Зурият Боташева - В цирке

Music Zuriot Botasheva
Poems Khalimat Bairamukova

Danced beautifully without stick
Horse - trained soloist,
And in the tact of melodies Lezginka
Rhythmic, dryly pinched whip.

Stamped on the dance, the dancer is right,
Then left head threw
Elegant, Grozno, Great
Over the first night hung ...

Horse dance, high, smooth.
Circle whispered: "Beauty!"
And he is only occasionally, furtively
Missed in the side of the whip.

Good room! Inspired
Rattling and applies the hall,
And horse string fled from the Arena -
And even sugar did not take.

He is in the stall, shuddering, froze,
Then sat down, covered his eyes -
And swam before his eyes
Heaven of distant turquoise.

... again he is free, proud and ditch,
Bezden, stored, muscular.
No, no, not he among sawdust
Now I sailed under the whip! ..