Текст песни Солтан Байкулов - Кавказ

Music and poems by Albert Uzdenov.

You've seen a lot of demons,
Blinding their demonic eye.
And attracted enemies, to our death,
Your beauty, your native Caucasus.

They killed us, exiled us to the distance,
Even the gods even "take revenge" ...
We considered ourselves eagles,
And the eagles do not fly in flocks.

We hung around in a gunshot,
As if in a pincer clamped us.
And a diamond in a copper medallion
You look now, the native Caucasus.

Tame our spirit and our souls
Will try more than once.
But you can not defeat us with weapons,
Only friendship will conquer the Caucasus!