Текст песни Застольные песни - Хасбулат удалой

Khas-Bulat the Bold,
The poor hut yours;
Golden Treasury
I will shower you.

Dame horse, I will give a dagger,
Dame his rifle
And for that for all
You give me a wife.

You're too old, you're too ETS,
She're not habitation,
At the dawn of his early years
You'll ruin it.

Under the plane tree thick
We sat together,
Month sailing gold,
All was silent around.

"Prince! Clear your story
But in vain do you rivers,
You and your wife young
Yesterday I was waylaid.

Take care of the prince, the treasury
And possess it himself,
During his unfaithful wife
You give the gift.

Come fall in love with -
Prince his bride
He sleeps with a dagger in the chest
It is in my hut

Then an angry Prince
Saber suddenly snatched
The head of an old man
Pitch on the meadow.

With a furious roar suddenly
Hit a wave
The prince-murderer jumped
And he went to the bottom