Текст песни Викторй Тсой - Восьмиклассница

Folk melody, poems by Kazima-Hadji Mechieva (1859-1945).

Let's start with Bismillah,
Say hello.
Usually seventy a day
Let us return to repentance.
The first is to be firm
Read the Bismillah.
If we act without Bismillah -
We gave way to the devil.
The second is man,
Do not swear, do not keep your word,
Unable to escape from the world,
Not to go on our way.
He will be our hero -
When we recite the Qur'an,
As we walk in worship,
If we fear Almighty Allah.
The third is per person
Do not grieve, do not oppress, -
Unable to escape from the world,
Not to go on our way.
He will be our hero -
If we fast,
Our problem will be poison -
Haram, halal if we forget.
Let us perform the five prayers,
Let's not go ahead, let's not go back,
Get up and go
Let's not take the devil.
It lasted an hour
The arrival of the hour,
He suffered for eighty thousand years
Paying one prayer.
Seven hells,
Eight heavenly,
Turn to the Hereafter
Every age, too, is precious.
If you gather cattle from halal,
You will answer.
If you gather wealth from haram,
You will suffer greatly.
No more good
The world is full of cattle,
You'll be fine
From the bridge to the ashes?
Arguing for the world,
We struggled a lot.
It did him no good,
God said, we have done:
“Keep your tongue,
Without lying or swearing,
Restrain your desires,
Aman does not teach the way.
Give Zakat, Fitr,
Be fit to be poor.
Rest from heaven and earth,
Look at the moon, look at the sun.
Once upon a time,
You were born, you grew up, you became young.
Believe in Yoluryunge -
You disobeyed Adam.
If it is small, Allahha
Thank you.
Beck honored the prophet
Say hello. ”
The Qur'an said blah
The state of the Hereafter,
Almighty Allah is Forgiving
Repentant slaves.
Long way to go -
Let's not go without food.
It will be winter,
Let's not hope for long.
Turn your head, -
As you can see,
There is no point in giving up,
As if Azyrayil had arrived.
Start from scratch
From the feet, from the bones.
From the chest, from the wrists,
From the hair on his head.
Zhanar, queer jureging,
Anang is from an unknown nation.
There will be no equal benefit
From man and beast.
Without talking, without speaking,
Your numbers will not catch up.
It is visible to the eyes
Ways to the Hereafter.
Then the devil will suffice
To take the faith.
He will blaspheme.
To put in hell.
Count from Gitchelik
Let them take it in worship.
May Allah Almighty grant me faith,
Let the soul be in the air.
We do it every day
Sin blah blah,
May God send it to us
Intercession from the Messenger.
Sweet soul leaves,
The numbers that will dry up,
Heritage will be scattered
Of the cattle that you gather.
We are not satisfied with the world,
Although we are old, we love,
One day, without knowing,
We wear white.
There will be no white kebinni
Skirts and sleeves.
Wash in the form of blood
Brother, peers.
Wash your numbers
Take the string, the sand.
Bring the congregation blah,
Put it on the black ground.
If it lies at the bottom of the earth,
If the world does not see the light,
The card will stay there,
If Artha does not return.
Come and ask,
"What is your religion?" - Ask.
If you don't answer,
Beat with a fork.
If we tread carelessly,
Use the red bla:
Beat in a narrow grave
Scream, snake.
Jilai, sarnai kobarla
From the grave with a prayer.
Hell is over
It is great to be great.
Sinful Pages -
Without love from each other,
From grave to grave,
No clothes, no clothes.
Go to Arasatha,
His eyes widened.
He will not go out of fear
The words of the poor.
Zabaniyle kelirle,
See Assylan,
Ot kamichile blah
Drive to hell.
On their faces
It's ridiculous,
A whip in his hand, -
Suffering is a pity.
Pour hot water,
Volumes of fuel, queer,
The eighties are in agony
Souls that do not go out.
He was ready to hang out
The pouring of hell, -
If he catches one of the soles,
Boiling brains.
Late knowingly blinds,