Author of quotes: Alexander Nikolaevich Ammosov

What do you love words?
You nonsense call.
That the tears are mine?
And tears you do not understand.
Well leave me my dream.
Neither word nor look
Heart warmth
Do not poison with poison.

Loud slim guitar
Pours out a gentle moan:
"Cara mia, cara mia!
Come out, come out to the balcony!"

Khas-Bulat Udaloy!
The poor hut of yours;
The Golden Treasury
I'll cover you.
Saclay magnificently your
Decorate around
The walls in her generalized
I Persian rug.
Braid your tunic
Will embroider around the edges
And you have a gun
My Covenant will be given.
Ladies older than you are
You sword with the mark,
Give a dashing horse
The Kabardian brand.
Give the rifle my
Ladies dagger Basalaj,
Only my
You wife I give.
You're too old, you're gray,
Her with you no habitation,
At the dawn of a young age
You will destroy her.