Текст песни Хальмг дуучнр - Задумчивый простор

Lyrics & quot; Native steppe & quot;
Bosi verses Badmaevny Sangadzhieva
Translation O. Balakina music Tengeri
Artists: Mazan Poshtarov Dmitry ball Kutlan Mukubenov Lidge grief Dmitry Ednyashev, Bair Shovkanov Felix Shorvaev
produced by Adyan

Thoughtful expanse native steppe ...
He, like the palm of my mother,
He - and the cradle of my song,
Endless celebration of life.

Here the wind smells smoky dung,
Wormwood and camel's milk ...
Here, the sun burning hot tub
And spring is cool jet.

There are no forests, there is the sea and the mountains,
But there Zorev salty expanse ...
I am your flower among other flowers,
I am your spring among other springs,

Native prairie, I give you
All the songs that I sing and sing.
It will take over the steppe winds and years ...
I'm tired, but the song - never!

Tөrskn teegm
Saңһҗin Bosya

Eeҗ tөrskn teegm
Eңdәn tөvknүn talvana,
EHL Baatr үrdүdn
Evrә җirһlәn toskhna.

Өndr teңgrin aһudn
Өңgtә oddudn gilvknә
Kok Shalu idgtn
Kүrildәd, malmudn idshlnә.

Җilin dөrvn tsagn
Җirһld taalta Bolney,
Iҗl һolyn usn
Ivtrәҗ, teegin tsuthna.

Haluch үrdinn һartn
Hazna үүdn sekgdnә,
Hadһlgdsn elvg zөөrn
Halmgin Nerina tuurulna.