Заур Магомедов - О казахского аула
текст песни

My head became like ashes of seda
And one hall remained in the soul.
And my century has been living, the years have passed,
But I dream of children's dreams sometimes ...

Kazakh village, sultry heat,
He rolled up his pants on a dusty road.
I am a boy of crying and screaming
Wa dada wa dada take me and me ...

The arba creaks and rumbles loudly,
She takes her on the field.
Left alone, I go to Aryk.
Until the evening, I'm waiting.

We are fleeing from the heat, we are kids
All day we do not come out of warm water.
Black from tanning, from chip legs in the blood.
Having freezed, we are lying in road dust ...

Here the sun was hidden, twilight came.
The voices of shepherds are heard behind the aul.
And runs for the outskirts of the boys, a detachment,
They are collecting to meet their DAD ...

Here from afar I see a couple of horses,
All also rumbles on the arba on her.
Sits tired but very native
My Dada from work eats home ...

And here I am sitting on my grandfather's knees,
I smelled then I hold reins
And my grandfather holds me with his hands
And the happiest in the village is me ...