Текст песни Лина и Руслан Яриковы - Степь бескрайняя, степь ногайская

Grey mounds, feather-grass steppe,
Vast expanses of sky high
Legends and myths of the peoples traditions
The world of fairy tales, beautiful wonders
There's the wind walks on the wings of the mighty,
Sweeps like agamak
He rides through the sky dark clouds,
Hanging menacingly as the enemy

Boundless steppe, steppe Nogay,
You stretched far and wide
Many saw, heard a lot
There were joy and sorrow
There were celebrations were sorrows
Battle terrifying and feasts
The songs of joy, songs of sorrow
Under the striking sound of Tambre

Gray wolves are walking freely,
Grazing skittish saiga
Which is crap fearless what that crap makes a mighty winged Stepnyak
Spread wider opened gave us,
Battles can be seen and feasts
As the lands of the ancient Turks galloping,
Through the years, centuries and worlds

Boundless steppe, steppe Nogay,
You stretched far and wide
Many saw, heard a lot
There were joy and sorrow
There were celebrations were sorrows
Battle terrifying and feasts
The songs of joy, songs of sorrow
Under the striking sound of Tambre