Текст песни Зурият Боташева - В цирке

Music Zuriyat Botasheva
verses Khalimat Bayramukova

I danced beautifully, smoothly
Horse - trained soloist,
And the beat of music lezginka
Rhythmically, dry snapping a whip.

Standing on its hind legs, dancer to the right,
That left the head throwing,
Gracefully, menacing, majestically
Above loomed the first row ...

A horse dancing, high, smooth.
Around whispering: "Beauty!"
He only occasionally sneak
He squinted toward whip.

A good number! Inspiration
Rattles and applauds hall
A horse ran headlong out of the arena -
Even sugar is not taken.

He is in a stable, shuddering, still,
Then he calmed down, closed his eyes -
And swam before my eyes
Heaven distant turquoise.

... Once he is free, proud and ardent,
Ventured, built, muscular.
No, no, he was not among the sawdust
Who danced under the whip! ..