Tawlu folk song - Biynöger (archive recording)

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English lyrics: Oh, glorious Biynöger, Gezoh's brave son! Your elder brother is seriously ill, The milk of a white deer can heal him, Only your uncle's hound will catch that deer. My uncle didn't treat me like his relative, He didn't lend his nephew a dog. The Kubadilaris honored me, Gave me two hounds to choose from. Taking them, I went hunting, Oh, yes, I climbed the mountains of Big Bakhsan! A three-legged deer appeared in front of me. May such a day come to my sworn enemy. Immediately, fog and darkness enveloped everything around me. And the white deer disappeared in front of me. Don't go away, let me shoot you, oh if you're a deer! Or let me milk you, if you're a doe! I am not a deer, I am the beautiful daughter of Apsaty! If you do not give me peace, accept death here for it! You climbed the cliff like an iron hook, You flew off the cliff like a lump of khychyn (traditional pie)

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