Текст песни Ильсия Бадретдинова - Авыл

Hello, my hometown,
We missed you again
Even if we run away in search of a warm toilet, we stay.
The song dedicates to you your bridegrooms,
Back to Sabantui by painting her husband.
Haman praises the city shops
The girls are strangers to you.
And if you're still alive
It's raining cats and dogs
Our meadows, which were once mown by hay
What a wonderful way to screw people over.
Poor Garif if he died of drinking
The trustees have moved
There is no creature on the streets
You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh?

Village, village, native village.

If the wait is immediately in line
They say it will stop this year.
To the gate of the school where we studied
It is written as locked.
To the mountainous garbage,
Who threw the broken harp.
Our long-lost Jamil,
Take my village.
Of the long-deceased neighbor sisters
The house is cheap for other people.
The most white house of the age,
Adjusters to sell alcohol.
To the rural fields where the new owner came
When the rest are dry and not taken alone.
Our holy spring,
When no one goes to fetch water.

The minaret of the ascending mosque
Today, faith is told by the port committee Solomon.
The rest of the sick village is shrinking,
Only the cemetery grew bigger.
I say goodbye and admit my guilt
My ancestors are in this cemetery.
Saying you'll never come back
They are waiting for us.