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Let the province, albeit brutal - kind of not ashamed,
I'll roll up the samosad myself, I'll pour moonshine, I'll get drunk with joy
The guest from Asia for luggage in response will say: "Zur Ahmed!"
Hello, Motherland, the song proud will sound to us after
Damp rains have exhausted the soul, you want to - howling like a wolf,
My heart is trembling whispering in my chest: "Let's run home!"
In a big city, in the human cold - traffic jams, fuss,
And in their native places, thousands of miles - life simplicity
Yes, the province, yes, brutal - kind I'm not ashamed of,
I'll roll up the samosad myself, I'll pour moonshine, I'll get drunk with joy
The guest from Asia for luggage in response will say: "Zur Ahmed!"
Hello, Motherland, the song proud will sound to us after
I'll come to the house, I'll go close to my hugs-a kind conversation,
Under the window - the river, lakes beauty and pine forest
I'll go down from the mountain, I'll visit my friend - how many years and winters!
Let's drink a bitter, youthful brisk remember with him
From the remote place, I, the peasant's blood - are not ashamed of the clan,
I'll roll up the samosad myself, I'll pour moonshine, I'll get drunk with joy
The guest from Asia for luggage in response will say: "Zur Ahmed!"
Hello, Motherland, the song proud will sound to us after
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