The sky has thundered, a storm is coming
But brave men walk a long road
One boy found himself among the mountains
And his older brother went after him!
On a scarlet horse he rode like fire
The sky is thundering - the storm has begun.
A wolf's howl comes from the mountains
The boy froze with the name of Allah on his lips.
The blood has called!
And the earth shook from courageous steps
And the ringing of silver blades sounded in the mountains
When giving instructions to young people who are as hot as the Sun, do not be proud of your position
And the instructions of elders, like moonlight, will show you in the darkness of the night road
When lightning strikes the family tree, you will again hear the call of blood.