Текст песни ИНГУШЕТИЯ narodnaya - Инструментальная

And the wilds of those gorges tribes,
They are freedom, their law - war;
They grow among the seasons of secret,
Brutal affairs and deeds are extraordinary.
There in the cradle of mothers songs
Frighten the Russian name of children
There to hit the enemy is not a crime;
Veryer there is friendship, but more or rather, the vital;
There for good - good, and blood - for blood,
And hate immense, like love ...........