Has-Bulat udaloy, bedna saklya tvoya,
Zolotoyu kaznoy ya usyiplyu tebya.
Dam konya, dam kinzhal, dam vintovku svoyu,
A za eto za vse tyi otday mne zhenu.
Tyi uzh star, tyi uzh sedoy, s toboy ne zhite,
Na zare yunyih let tyi pogubish ee,
Pod chinaroy gustoy myi sideli vdvoem,
Mesyats plyil zolotoy, vse molchalo krugom.
Knyaz, rasskaz yasen tvoy, no naprasno tyi rek,
Vas s zhenoy molodoy ya vchera podstereg,
Tyi nevestoy svoey polyubuysya podi,
Ona v sakle moey spit s kinzhalom v grudi.
Ya glaza ey zakryil, utopaya v slezah,
Potseluy moy zastyil u nee na ustah,
Has-Bulat udaloy, bedna saklya tvoya,
Zolotoyu kaznoy ya usyiplyu tebya,
Zolotoyu kaznoy ya usyiplyu tebya. |
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