Chuvash man, don’t be sad,
This is time to cheer up,
Make it rhyme, start a song,
I will try to catch up.
I’ll be singing along
With a maze of your tongue,
Swaying soft, going strong,
From dusk till dawn.
I won’t need to translate,
I will feel the melody
Melting heart like a slate,
As if sugar in tea.
I will know that you
Sing of your homeland,
Of the struggle, curfew
And of love to the end.
Chuvash man, smile your smile,
Though it fits you so well
Just to rise like a sun
Over your homeland.
Chuvash Men
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2019
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