Текст песни Али Валибутаев - Нет милее Дагестана

Where the mountains to the sea argue,
Forgetting enmity -
A handful of scattered pearls
At the foot of the Targa.
And from the Caspian grizzled
Until gray peaks
No dearer Dagestan
With the blue sky.
And from the Caspian grizzled
Until gray peaks
No dearer Dagestan
With the blue sky.

Multifaceted, rebellious
Highlands eagles,
Faith helped mountains
Wisdom of the elderly.
Not in the price of gold was here,
Silver, a vice.
There were more of gold
Word and blade.
Not in the price of gold was here,
Silver, a vice.
There were more of gold
Word and blade.

It does not know the word envy,
Despised fear
Pejorative did not swear,
Do not hold a grudge.
The guests met were not afraid,
Blarney contrary,
Anger on the people not to disrupt,
All were Kunakov.
The guests met were not afraid,
Blarney contrary,
Anger on the people not to disrupt,
All were Kunakov ...

In a country of mountains legends alive
Those gray times.
However, there are exceptions -
Time for a change.
There are men & quot; on & quot ;, motion
Forgetting brains
There Gorjanki stylish haircuts,
Forgetting scarves.
There are men & quot; on & quot ;, motion
Forgetting brains
There Gorjanki stylish haircuts,
Forgetting scarves.

Young people have forgotten holiness,
Life in spite of,
Coming by the way of idols,
Idols and lies.
For the money, power and position
Usluzhat executioner,
Madam and pimp
Huckster and cops.
For the money, power and position
Usluzhat executioner,
Madam and pimp
Huckster and cops.

Sun flooded the streets -
It is dangerous to go there.
On the roads here are riding
Raging donkeys.
And the progress and prosperity -
What do you want?
However, the conscience,
Honor, innocence -
Possible for rubles ...

Light crimson sunset,
Like a cry in the night ...
In discobar cool jump
Dashing herds.
Without goals, sense of direction,
Like a horse without a bridle.
And champagne river,
Glory to ecstasy ...
Without goals, sense of direction,
Like a horse without a bridle.
And champagne river,
Glory to ecstasy ...

Where heroes and ABEK,
That could help
And with grief and shame
Take the bridge?
And the deeds and conversations
For local bigwigs,
Sex, pyanok and shootouts,
Rags and machines.
And the deeds and conversations
For local bigwigs,
Sex, pyanok and shootouts,
Rags and machines ...

Ripped, torn to pieces
Heritage in pieces!
No shelter CREATION -
So there is no destiny.
Once the worm in the fruit rotting,
That it has raised,
Remains indifferent
By homeland, where he lived.
Once the worm in the fruit rotting,
That it has raised,
Remains indifferent
By homeland, where he lived ...