Текст песни Малик Байрамуков - Горец

Darginsky folk song
(Translation of Yakov Kozlovsky)

There was a guy young and removed,
He is at dawn of the day
A saddle of leather saddled
A three-year-old horse.

Over it flew clouds
And the shadow of the eagle's wings.
And at noon near the spring
He decided to dismount.

And suddenly I saw: to the spring,
As smoothly as it floats,
What have not seen for ages,
The beauty is coming.

"A horse of three years old,
Let me go to the water.
Put the horse across
You are my path. "

And at the very blush cheeks,
As if poppies are color.
"A horse of three years old,
Tell me, if it's not a secret,

In our village, who has
Did you stop? "
"I do not know anyone here,
The queen of beauty,

And, though I do not know anyone,
But, after ridding the horse,
To that I shall be a kunak,
Who shelter me. "

- "Ah, what are you talking about, falcon ..."
And he asked the young man:
"Know, you must call in only
To my father's house.

He will welcome you
To the joy of aulchan.
Its pearl windows series
He looks at the godecan. "

And washed, murmur, source
Rocks are cold chest.
Horse of three years old
He directed me to the village.

Konya put it in the stall,
And, like an arrow in a quiver,
I went into the house that is facing
Face the Godekan.

In the Kunak sword there on the nail
I hung up and then
He sat down, as if invited,
On a chair with gold.

Father returned and led,
Venerable inhabitant of the mountains,
With a visiting guy, sitting down at the table,
Power conversation.

I did not know any in the house
And the secret keeps the secret,
What a guest cute churjin
Was a girl opened.

She went into him, without giving up a dream,
I lay down till morning
And the measure of gold is one,
And the measure of silver.

And now everything turned out for good,
Dawn swelled with fever.
Guest and host in the morning
We gathered at the bazaar.

When they came to the market,
Beauties father
He asked: "Buy what goods
Do you wish, darling? "

"I'm not used to haggling,
We must fix it.
Sell ​​me your daughter, old man,
Which is not the price. "

"You are quicker for my goods,
While the soul is generous,
Give a measure of gold and to her
Give me the measure of silver. "

Horse of three years old
When the cassia was discovered
With the treasury marching his bag
And paid the price.

The custom of grandfather keeping,
As the pledge required,
He gave the cadaver horse,
A witness is a blade.

And into the house where he lived and grew up, -
As a clear moon,
Mother's daughter-in-law brought,
I brought myself-my wife!