Текст песни Заур Магомедов - О казахского аула

My head became like gray ashes,
And in my heart there was only one room.
And my century has lived, years have passed
But sometimes I have childhood dreams ...

Kazakh aul, sultry heat,
I rolled my pants up the dusty road.
As a boy I run crying and screaming
Wa dada wa dada take me too ...

The cart creaks and rumbles loudly,
She will take him to the field.
Left alone, I go to the ditch.
I will wait until the evening.

Escaping from the heat, we are kids
We do not leave warm water all day.
Black from sunburn, feet bloody from chicks.
Freezing wallowing in the road dust ...

Now the sun has taken cover, the twilight has come.
The voices of the shepherds beyond the aul are audible.
And a detachment runs for the outskirts of the boys,
They gather to meet their dads ...

From a distance I see a pair of horses,
The cart still rumbles on it.
Sits tired but very dear,
My dada is going home from work ...

And now I sit on my grandfather's lap,
I hold the reins smelling of sweat
And my grandfather holds me with his hands
And the happiest in the village is me ...