When all of us return as a nation,
You will have to remember where we are from,
You will have to remember where you yourselves are from,
You turned up here as uninvited guests,
Suddenly we will not longer be able to be obedient puppies,
We will cease to ask of your favor.
We will remember our pride of centuries,
Our pride bearing roots from Scythians and Tavrs.
When we return, and we will all return!
We will gather together in the steppe or on the mountains
And joyfully, and with music we will commemorate our dead
Who died at your command, who died by your beating rods
Hearing your fairy tales about the friendship of nations
While you deprived us of our liberty!
You stole our homeland, hope and God,
Making roads from the ruins of our mosques!
Thanks to your convenient loquacious truth,
For the sake of loyalty bought with meager portions.
For loyalty paid for with meager portions, thanks to your convenient wordy truth.
By your belief that has been spit on by grandchildren,
You belief that you can execute nations as an example.
When we return we'll we will bow at the waist
To those who still safeguard memory and conscience,
And to those who did not sing halleluhjia to our tyrants,
We will kiss their hands as to and elder.
From those who wickedly poison us to this day,
We will remove the mask of those instigating national rivalry
And let then them look directly at our face,
Not hiding behind the (pig) trough of the government!
When we return, everything will be different,
And those who trampled us, let them bitterly cry,
As our fathers cried in exile,
When they the buried their mothers there (in the foreign land).
When we return, our land will cry out
Our land will summon its spirits through the gorges,
Returning the streams to their long-awaited sources
And the ashes of their fathers will return them to their sons
And the ashes of fathers (soul of ancestros) will return the streams to their sons (descendents)
We will dry their tears and ask them for forgivness
And give our word that we shall never abandon them,
Neither by our will or that of any other. As before,
Our memory and our hope belong (are) here.
We all carried our love to her (homeland) in our hearts through thick and thin!
Not everyone could handle this path,
But even those who fell, knew that we will return,
That all of us will assemble beneath our native sky.
by Lilya Takosh (Lilya Budzhurova)
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