Courageous Khas - Bulat!
Poor your cabin and cold
I can make - you'll be glad
And to swim into gold!
Take my gun, take my horse
Take my sharp bloody knife
Then - not better, not worse
Give like gift me your wife...
Well, you old and grey-haired
And your marriage - bad life
It is gloom choice for her
Soon you'll ruin your wife...
Under chinara's dense
We had sit on the ground
Through the clouds new moon glanced
And it was silence around
River's stream was in rest
Playing waves at moonlight
And my hand was on breast
Of your woman that night
And i've take her at last
On the grass shore's land
And she swored beating chest
You not love, just husband
Knight, for me clear your text
But is useless your trick
I had seen your shore's sex
'Cause i've played hide-and-seek
Knight,your bride in cabin
She's at eternal rest
On the Path her's Last Dean
With a knife at her chest
I had closed her eyes
I had drowned in tears
And by lips cold like ice
I gave her my last kiss
Knight a sabre his - snatch out!
Like a soldier on battle
He no more talked about
Khas-Bulat's head he cut!