Текст песни Имам Алимсултанов - Г1овтта майра Нохчи к1енти

Introduction:
I saw a peacefully babbling spring
Washed the yellow bones of the noble rulers.
Who thought they had no equal under the moon,
Now here are interspersed with the ground.

Who in luxury voiced rolled feast
Empty sockets looks at the world.
And as your lifetime dignity is not high,
You will turn into loose sand here.
Song:
Our land knew many enemies,
The valleys bloomed from the campfires.
Meeting worthy uninvited guests,
She turned gray from gray bones.

The country was flooded more than once by the steppe men,
But proudly whistled bulat blades.
And Chechnya knew the Polovtsian army,
But still managed to defend themselves

Daggers rang, an arrow whistled
And by death, death trampled Chechnya.
Ancestral Stories Immortal Chord,
Be glorious free Chechen people.

About how many empires, one after another,
Replaced under this eternal moon.
Empire of Celts, Sarmatians, Alans,
And the Huns ferocious steppe hurricane.

Here is the world recognized, gray-haired giant,
Resting in the dumps of the history of Rome.
Then Byzantium on the verge of ages,
Crumbled into dust under the blow of enemies.

And how many she had not ruined the city,
Gone into oblivion Golden Horde.
And they are all now as an ancient story,
Lie, turning into road dust.

Remember the human race forever
The empires are temporary, the people are eternal!
Forgetting your lesson under the Tatar heel,
Russia considered itself an eternal country.

Empire this bloody foot,
Crush the nations under a rough wall.
But two of Rome fell, and they cannot be seen,
And the third Rome will not happen.

Past empires - the path,
No tanks will not return it to bombs.
I do not presume to foretell stories
But I know, imperial Russia will fall.
Fall !!!