My Motherland – the Republic оf Bashkortostan

clean air
And behold in the excitement
Nature of our wonderful creation.
My native land, loved and rich!
Urchat blissfully frogs in puddles,
Filling the air with the smell of flowers
Powys mist over the river talkative,
Songbirds birds singing: trills, modulations.
All mixed up. Wood is full of voices!

by the river froze.
With love and affection to the dear side
I listened to kurai magic tune!
As far as a child, my father happened
In a ravine in the forest will find the cane.
Kurai sparkle, and her mother soloist ...
So dear and sweet to me was that moment!
Sighing deeply cool river,
I looked darling eye space,
Green cliffs. And his heart is encouraging
Hear the tunes of the Fathers of the mountains!

lace
She knits.
lay down tracks
The city and the garden
Where in bronze on the steeper
Salavat asleep.
And the horse giant
Under the rider is sleeping ...

Only touch
Track hooves -
awaken the hero
And on the right horse
In the patrol leaves
In the stillness of the night.
Rides over the city
With whip in hand,
On the dark forces
He brings fear.
But the sky is pale,
Comes the dawn,
And the moon lace
Melts like snow.
At full gallop
With the first timid ray
sleep Salavat
Old bronze bed ...
With love, rocking the cradle,
He sings the river Ak-Idel.