A, ni muang!
Ibsag do met, liiche nanga xua slechtmei membai speil.
Nga balan, mamud oi.
Noks vu, saiyong izi ningsasa lah.
Mes vu, ibsag do naa-gaak igigub.
Ni mei, za anapeñodze iir?
Jan, ibsag do liber oi, goblin met
Mes vu foi do igizalsur do peñodze gher!
Soda daibien foi.
Gigid i sanlya gagig.
Uurjan, huku ki, i huku noks naa-gaak speil,
Bien barash, uur arkab oi.
Uurkobieta ge shiro huku, uurghleb foi do oi;
Liiche ge kurbad han,
Ash ge nidi oi;
Balan i pesh. | Ah, this city!
With beauty, music and flowers cover up the bad things.
I cross, like a dream.
At night, Colorful flames are burning.
In the darkness, a beautiful mask is seen.
“This thing, how much does it cost?”
A person, like a beautiful story with a goblin
Goes, smiles, gives the money in the darkness!
Soldiers march very well.
A child, wearing clothes- the clothes mask the night.
Flying well, like a bat.
A girl’s white clothes, moving like dough,
Above the music,
Like spiderwebs;
Turn and disappear. |