Текст песни Ильгам Шакиров - Кун авылы кое

At the top of the high mountains
I sat down and thought;
Sitting down to think
My height if I grew up.

Talian in harmonic languages
He only plays five fingers;
Like the leaves of a tree
My yellow is just a weight.

Although the harp is small,
He says he needs it;
You will jump and fall into the water,
Yansa your young hearts.

My box, sing,
The willows are rooted;
Just drinking cold water
My heart is patient.

Even when the press door comes out
Fogs rose;
It is impossible to know the state of the world,
Goodbye, brothers and sisters.