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Tatar Folk Songs

MY LITTLE SISTER
G.Tukai, Tatar Folk Song


My little sister is an angel.
My little sister is a butterfly.
These flowers I have gathered
with love are meant for her.


Her beauty is as fresh as spring time
Indeed, God created an angel.
Accepting my gift, the flowers,
Fills her with joy and radiance.


LULLABY
Tatar Folk Song


Oh Allah, oh Allah,
Drive my goats
High in the mountains.
Let them graze there
while my baby-boy sleeps.


My little one is sleeping
I imagine him growing up,
He is studying hard,
Becoming honest and smart.


THE BOY WITH HIS ACCORDION.
Tatar Folk Song


The boy begins to tickle the keys of his accordion.
He is sewing and gluing the melodies together
The accordion is singing like a nightingale

Filling the hearts with delight.


AT FIRST GLANCE
Tatar Folk Song


With just one glance
She set my heart on fire.
I don't know how to walk,
What to do; if I rise or fall.
I don't see what I see.
I don't know what I know.


It was you, who took out my soul
In its place was ignited a great fire.
Will you put it out yourself?
If not, I will be burnt out
I will become mere ashes
Will disappear with the wind.


I will send you my flames of fire.
Sweetheart, would you accept my love?
Oh, if our hearts burn as one,
Who can possibly put it out?!


LIFE IS PASSING BY LIKE THE TREES CHANGE IN FALL
Verse by Kh. Ayupov, music by Masguda


Either wind or rain makes
The tops of the trees speak
Or maybe they sing songs
About the years gone by.


Those songs are scattered by the wind.
And the leaves are wirling around.
The life is passing by
Like the trees change in Fall.


Somebody is passing away,
Somebody is greeting the dawn.
Patiently the trees remain
Talking of the years long gone.


CARESSING STRINGS OF TIME
Tatar Folk Song


You were sitting on a moon beam,
You were caressing the strings of time.
Days passed, months passed, years passed by,
You were caressing the strings of time.


In my sad soul
The sounds of caressing strings were heard.
Days passed, months passed, years passed by,
You were caressing the string of life.


Translated by Maryam Dasayeva