Lyrics татарская народная песня - Туган Як

Homeland

I am on my way home
Homeland Homeland
To the most beautiful gas side
Homeland Homeland
When the berries are ripe
Homeland Homeland
I'm in a hurry to the birch
Homeland Homeland.
He is passionate about his passion
Just straight to the rage,
Berries ripened in birch
Quickly beat yourself up
There are no flowers
Homeland Homeland
Fragrant purple
Homeland Homeland
Nowhere to go
Homeland Homeland
Color that has no equal,
Homeland Homeland
Birds singing in the birch
Singing - singing birds.
One stop at a time
By itself
I'll be back soon
I'll be back - I'll be back
Unable to get up
Waiting - waiting

Birthplace

I go to the edge of my homeland,
The native edge, the native edge ...
In the most beautiful near edge,
The native edge, the native edge ...
Until the forest berries ripen,
The native edge, the native edge ...
Hurry up to the birch tree,
The native edge, the native edge ...
And the mood immediately rises,
And rises, hastens.
In the birch forest, the berries are ripe ...
There is no strength to endure - even if you deliver ...
There are no flowers here,
Born Edge Born Edge ...
Red flowers are so fragrant,
Born Edge Born Edge ...
Such as this edge,
Birthplace Birthplace -
There is nothing to compare with him!
The native edge, the native edge ...
In the birch forest sings forest owls,
And sing, and sing the nightingales ...
Continuously, ring,
Ringing, ringing ...
I'll be back soon,
I'll come, I'll come ...
It is impossible to live in anticipation,
Waiting, waiting ...