Текст песни Магамед Дзыбов - Хазбулат не горюй

Hazbulat removed,
The poor hut yours;
Golden Treasury
I lulling you.

Dame dagger and a horse,
With Kabardian carpet
And for that, for all
You give me a wife.

Under the plane tree thick
We sat together,
And the light of the moon,
illuminating the moon.

You could not wait,
Gols steep bank,
There I was in the woods yesterday
It was with your wife.

She gives me
Until the last day
And Allah swore
What's not to love you! "

Hasbulat Do not Cry
I will pay for his wife
You'll be very rich
Will Prince yourself.

"Prince, the story of a long,
You're vain vedesh-
You and your wife young
Yesterday I was waylaid.

Take Prince treasury
And possess it himself
During his wife's infidelity
I give her the gift.

You are my bride
Come fall in love with -
She sleeps on the river
And with a dagger in his chest.

I closed her eyes,
Drowning in tears,
Kiss my frozen
On her lips. "