Twelve compositions in which the heroes and symbols of one of the most ancient Bashkir epics come to life. The album is more than just music — it is the breath of time, where past and present meet to retell an ancient epic in a new way.
Many centuries ago, when the ocean parted and the land rose from the depths, humanity first encountered light and darkness, good and evil. The keepers of memory, the kurai player improvisers, passed this story down from generation to generation. Only 115 years ago, the storyteller Mukhametsha Burangulov recorded it from the words of the kurai player improvisers Gabit Argynbaev and Khamit Almukhametov. Today, AY YOLA brings this epic to life, transforming it into a contemporary musical journey.
Each song is a step into a legend. You will rise into the skies together with the bird of happiness Homay; you will race toward the spring of living water, alongside the winged Akbuzat you will witness Ural’s battle with the monster and hear the diamond sword cleave the darkness. The album also tells the story of Shulgan, who chose the path of darkness, and the moment when Ural Batyr waters the earth with living water, sacrificing himself for the sake of future generations.
In AY YOLA’s album, the key values of the epic are revealed: the ancestral commandments passed down through generations, the trials and victories, the memory of lineage, and the responsibility for the land. Special attention is given to the feminine principle — the image of the guardian and mother, who preserves the traditions, keeps the hearth, and sustains life.
“In this album, we have walked through all the core values of the epic “Ural Batyr”
— from battles with monsters to parental teachings and the words Ural himself left to his descendants. For us, it is important to show that a person loses strength without memory of his own roots and his soul fades away. Our music is like an incantation, a call to return of this soul,” Rinat Ramazanov emphasizes.
The album was created during ten months. The musicians experimented with genres, weaving the sound of the kurai and throat singing into electronic and rock
arrangements.
“Each chapter of the epic has found its own sound: there are rock tracks,
compositions with elements of R&B and rap, and lyrical ballads. We deliberately did not confine ourselves to a single style. Sometimes it’s a battle, sometimes a prayer, sometimes a reflection on fate,” Ruslan Sever, the group’s music producer and composer says.
“Sometimes we ourselves were surprised by how perfectly the epic fitted modern rhythms — as if it had already contained its own internal mathematics,” Ruslan adds.
Each song is a step into a legend. You will rise into the skies together with the bird of happiness Homay; you will race toward the spring of living water, alongside the winged Akbuzat you will witness Ural’s battle with the monster and hear the diamond sword cleave the darkness. The album also tells the story of Shulgan, who chose the path of darkness, and the moment when Ural Batyr waters the earth with living water, sacrificing himself for the sake of future generations.
In AY YOLA’s album, the key values of the epic are revealed: the ancestral commandments passed down through generations, the trials and victories, the memory of lineage, and the responsibility for the land. Special attention is given to the feminine principle — the image of the guardian and mother, who preserves the traditions, keeps the hearth, and sustains life.
“In this album, we have walked through all the core values of the epic “Ural Batyr”
— from battles with monsters to parental teachings and the words Ural himself left to his descendants. For us, it is important to show that a person loses strength without memory of his own roots and his soul fades away. Our music is like an incantation, a call to return of this soul,” Rinat Ramazanov emphasizes.
The album was created during ten months. The musicians experimented with genres, weaving the sound of the kurai and throat singing into electronic and rock
arrangements.
“Each chapter of the epic has found its own sound: there are rock tracks,
compositions with elements of R&B and rap, and lyrical ballads. We deliberately did not confine ourselves to a single style. Sometimes it’s a battle, sometimes a prayer, sometimes a reflection on fate,” Ruslan Sever, the group’s music producer and composer says.
“Sometimes we ourselves were surprised by how perfectly the epic fitted modern rhythms — as if it had already contained its own internal mathematics,” Ruslan adds.
Twelve compositions in which the heroes and symbols of one of the most ancient Bashkir epics come to life. The album is more than just music — it is the breath of time, where past and present meet to retell an ancient epic in a new way.
Many centuries ago, when the ocean parted and the land rose from the depths, humanity first encountered light and darkness, good and evil. The keepers of memory, the kurai player improvisers, passed this story down from generation to generation. Only 115 years ago, the storyteller Mukhametsha Burangulov recorded it from the words of the kurai player improvisers Gabit Argynbaev and Khamit Almukhametov. Today, AY YOLA brings this epic to life, transforming it into a contemporary musical journey.
Each song is a step into a legend. You will rise into the skies together with the bird of happiness Homay; you will race toward the spring of living water, alongside the winged Akbuzat you will witness Ural’s battle with the monster and hear the diamond sword cleave the darkness. The album also tells the story of Shulgan, who chose the path of darkness, and the moment when Ural Batyr waters the earth with living water, sacrificing himself for the sake of future generations.
In AY YOLA’s album, the key values of the epic are revealed: the ancestral commandments passed down through generations, the trials and victories, the memory of lineage, and the responsibility for the land. Special attention is given to the feminine principle — the image of the guardian and mother, who preserves the traditions, keeps the hearth, and sustains life.
“In this album, we have walked through all the core values of the epic “Ural Batyr”
— from battles with monsters to parental teachings and the words Ural himself left to his descendants. For us, it is important to show that a person loses strength without memory of his own roots and his soul fades away. Our music is like an incantation, a call to return of this soul,” Rinat Ramazanov emphasizes.
The album was created during ten months. The musicians experimented with genres, weaving the sound of the kurai and throat singing into electronic and rock
arrangements.
“Each chapter of the epic has found its own sound: there are rock tracks,
compositions with elements of R&B and rap, and lyrical ballads. We deliberately did not confine ourselves to a single style. Sometimes it’s a battle, sometimes a prayer, sometimes a reflection on fate,” Ruslan Sever, the group’s music producer and composer says.
“Sometimes we ourselves were surprised by how perfectly the epic fitted modern rhythms — as if it had already contained its own internal mathematics,” Ruslan adds.
Each song is a step into a legend. You will rise into the skies together with the bird of happiness Homay; you will race toward the spring of living water, alongside the winged Akbuzat you will witness Ural’s battle with the monster and hear the diamond sword cleave the darkness. The album also tells the story of Shulgan, who chose the path of darkness, and the moment when Ural Batyr waters the earth with living water, sacrificing himself for the sake of future generations.
In AY YOLA’s album, the key values of the epic are revealed: the ancestral commandments passed down through generations, the trials and victories, the memory of lineage, and the responsibility for the land. Special attention is given to the feminine principle — the image of the guardian and mother, who preserves the traditions, keeps the hearth, and sustains life.
“In this album, we have walked through all the core values of the epic “Ural Batyr”
— from battles with monsters to parental teachings and the words Ural himself left to his descendants. For us, it is important to show that a person loses strength without memory of his own roots and his soul fades away. Our music is like an incantation, a call to return of this soul,” Rinat Ramazanov emphasizes.
The album was created during ten months. The musicians experimented with genres, weaving the sound of the kurai and throat singing into electronic and rock
arrangements.
“Each chapter of the epic has found its own sound: there are rock tracks,
compositions with elements of R&B and rap, and lyrical ballads. We deliberately did not confine ourselves to a single style. Sometimes it’s a battle, sometimes a prayer, sometimes a reflection on fate,” Ruslan Sever, the group’s music producer and composer says.
“Sometimes we ourselves were surprised by how perfectly the epic fitted modern rhythms — as if it had already contained its own internal mathematics,” Ruslan adds.
Ural (kurai music)
“Ural” is not just a melody but a living thread of time, telling the history of the Bashkir people without words. The kurai performance brings legends to life: about Ural as the homeland, about the Bashkir tribes that once united for a common future.
This melody embodies the sounds of nature: winds, rivers, mountains, and deep layers of historical and spiritual memory. Through the variations of the kurai, it conveys a longing for home, for the land, and for the traditions that live in the people’s soul.
When "Ural" sounds, a quiet recognition awakens inside — as if you are finding your way home, to the roots, to what sustains and fills. The kurai becomes a guide: it connects the land and a person's breath with a sound that rises above words, above thought, toward the Creator.
This melody is a gratitude for the land, water, and sky, for the opportunity to live and love. It carries the joy of existence and a sense of connection with everything around.
“Ural” is not just a melody but a living thread of time, telling the history of the Bashkir people without words. The kurai performance brings legends to life: about Ural as the homeland, about the Bashkir tribes that once united for a common future.
This melody embodies the sounds of nature: winds, rivers, mountains, and deep layers of historical and spiritual memory. Through the variations of the kurai, it conveys a longing for home, for the land, and for the traditions that live in the people’s soul.
When "Ural" sounds, a quiet recognition awakens inside — as if you are finding your way home, to the roots, to what sustains and fills. The kurai becomes a guide: it connects the land and a person's breath with a sound that rises above words, above thought, toward the Creator.
This melody is a gratitude for the land, water, and sky, for the opportunity to live and love. It carries the joy of existence and a sense of connection with everything around.
Yola
The epic begins with Ural Batyr’s and Shulgan’s parents, Yanbika and Yanbirde,
teaching their sons Yola (traditions). These are not merely customs, but a set of moral guidelines: how to be a human being, how to distinguish good from evil, and how to keep the light within — no matter what.
«Атам һүҙен тотамын, йоланы мин боҙмамын» –
“I will stay true to my father’s words and will not break the traditions.”
The leitmotif runs through the entire epic: if you follow Yola (traditions), you are on the side of good. Wherever Ural Batyr finds himself, he rejects darkness, injustice, and cruelty. He protects the weak, restores justice — and he does this relying on the commandments instilled in him since childhood.
For example, in one of the key scenes of the epic, Ural Batyr finds himself in the
realm of Katil, the dark ruler, where violence and fear prevail. In this place, all moral guidelines are broken: the weak are oppressed, goodness is ridiculed, people forget compassion, and brute force rules. But Ural Batyr, raised on the traditions of Yola, does not accept unknown laws of darkness.
He openly says:
«Мин ят йола белмәйем, йоланан да ҡурҡмайым» –
“I don’t know other people’s traditions, and I am not afraid of them.”
He does not turn away from goodness, does not betray the values he was taught, and stands against injustice.
He does not renounce his principles — and that is his strength. He does not impose them on others, but he also does not betray what he believes is right — the way his parents taught him. This is a story of steadfastness, not of confrontation.
Honor traditions — and life will be grace-filled.
Be faithful to good — and your path will be clean.
Do not betray what is yours — and you will not lose yourself.
“Yola” is a song about an inner core,
About walking your own path, if that path is light,
About remaining a human being, even when everything is against you.
teaching their sons Yola (traditions). These are not merely customs, but a set of moral guidelines: how to be a human being, how to distinguish good from evil, and how to keep the light within — no matter what.
«Атам һүҙен тотамын, йоланы мин боҙмамын» –
“I will stay true to my father’s words and will not break the traditions.”
The leitmotif runs through the entire epic: if you follow Yola (traditions), you are on the side of good. Wherever Ural Batyr finds himself, he rejects darkness, injustice, and cruelty. He protects the weak, restores justice — and he does this relying on the commandments instilled in him since childhood.
For example, in one of the key scenes of the epic, Ural Batyr finds himself in the
realm of Katil, the dark ruler, where violence and fear prevail. In this place, all moral guidelines are broken: the weak are oppressed, goodness is ridiculed, people forget compassion, and brute force rules. But Ural Batyr, raised on the traditions of Yola, does not accept unknown laws of darkness.
He openly says:
«Мин ят йола белмәйем, йоланан да ҡурҡмайым» –
“I don’t know other people’s traditions, and I am not afraid of them.”
He does not turn away from goodness, does not betray the values he was taught, and stands against injustice.
He does not renounce his principles — and that is his strength. He does not impose them on others, but he also does not betray what he believes is right — the way his parents taught him. This is a story of steadfastness, not of confrontation.
Honor traditions — and life will be grace-filled.
Be faithful to good — and your path will be clean.
Do not betray what is yours — and you will not lose yourself.
“Yola” is a song about an inner core,
About walking your own path, if that path is light,
About remaining a human being, even when everything is against you.
Йәнбикә лә Йәнбирҙе
Өйрәткән, ти, улдарын:
- Беҙ ни бирһәк, ашағыҙ,
Беҙ ни ҡушһаҡ, эшләгеҙ,
"Олоно оло итегеҙ,
Кәңәш алып йөрөгөҙ,
Кесене кесе итегеҙ,
Кәңәш биреп йөрөгөҙ.
Яҡшылыҡ булһын атығыҙ,
Кеше булһын затығыҙ.
Яманға юл ҡуймағыҙ,
Яҡшынан баш тартмағыҙ".
Йола тотһаң йәшәрһең
Булыр алдында маҡсат.
hәр урында юл асыҡ
Ҡайҙа барһаң - бәрәкәт.
Йола тот йола
Йола тот йола
Йола тот йола
Йәшәүең ҡотло була
Йола тот йола
Йола тот йола
Йола тот йола
Йәшәүең ҡотло була
Беҙҙең йола мәңге,
Беҙҙең ҙур йола.
Кем дә кем йола тота-
Йәшәүе ҡотло була.
Мин сит йола белмәйем
Йоланан да ҡурҡмайым
Мин сит йола белмәйем
Йоланан да ҡурҡмайым
Өйрәткән, ти, улдарын:
- Беҙ ни бирһәк, ашағыҙ,
Беҙ ни ҡушһаҡ, эшләгеҙ,
"Олоно оло итегеҙ,
Кәңәш алып йөрөгөҙ,
Кесене кесе итегеҙ,
Кәңәш биреп йөрөгөҙ.
Яҡшылыҡ булһын атығыҙ,
Кеше булһын затығыҙ.
Яманға юл ҡуймағыҙ,
Яҡшынан баш тартмағыҙ".
Йола тотһаң йәшәрһең
Булыр алдында маҡсат.
hәр урында юл асыҡ
Ҡайҙа барһаң - бәрәкәт.
Йола тот йола
Йола тот йола
Йола тот йола
Йәшәүең ҡотло була
Йола тот йола
Йола тот йола
Йола тот йола
Йәшәүең ҡотло була
Беҙҙең йола мәңге,
Беҙҙең ҙур йола.
Кем дә кем йола тота-
Йәшәүе ҡотло була.
Мин сит йола белмәйем
Йоланан да ҡурҡмайым
Мин сит йола белмәйем
Йоланан да ҡурҡмайым
Yanbike and Yanbirthe
taught their sons,
“Eat what we give,
Do what we say,
Honor your elders,
Take advice from them,
Respect the younger,
Give them advice.”
“Let kindness be your craze,
Let a human be the name for you,
Block the path of evil eternally,
May peace and good be with you forever.
If you honor traditions, you will live,
You will have a goal,
Your ways will be open everywhere.
Wherever you go, you will find grace.”
Traditions – cherish your traditions!
Traditions – cherish your traditions!
Traditions – cherish your traditions!
And your life will be blessed!
Our traditions are timeless,
Our traditions are great,
Everyone who follows them gets a blessing in life.
I don’t know other people’s traditions
But I cherish my traditions.
I don’t know other people’s traditions
But I cherish my traditions.
taught their sons,
“Eat what we give,
Do what we say,
Honor your elders,
Take advice from them,
Respect the younger,
Give them advice.”
“Let kindness be your craze,
Let a human be the name for you,
Block the path of evil eternally,
May peace and good be with you forever.
If you honor traditions, you will live,
You will have a goal,
Your ways will be open everywhere.
Wherever you go, you will find grace.”
Traditions – cherish your traditions!
Traditions – cherish your traditions!
Traditions – cherish your traditions!
And your life will be blessed!
Our traditions are timeless,
Our traditions are great,
Everyone who follows them gets a blessing in life.
I don’t know other people’s traditions
But I cherish my traditions.
I don’t know other people’s traditions
But I cherish my traditions.
Batyr
This is a story about eternal values and about what makes a person a true hero. In the Bashkir language, the word batyr means more than just a strong person. It refers to someone who stands guard over conscience, honor, and duty to their people.
The song leads us through the centuries. Akbuzat, the winged horse from the Bashkir epic, was once a symbol of strength. Today, power is commonly measured in the “horsepower” machines. But regardless of time, one thing remains unchanged: people live and develop as long as the spirit of their ancestors and the memory of them are preserved within each of us.
A true batyr is someone who loves his land and his people, respects culture and traditions, relies on spiritual values, and is ready to serve the common good. This song reminds us that times may change, but a person’s true strength lies in their faithfulness to the values that unite generations.
The song leads us through the centuries. Akbuzat, the winged horse from the Bashkir epic, was once a symbol of strength. Today, power is commonly measured in the “horsepower” machines. But regardless of time, one thing remains unchanged: people live and develop as long as the spirit of their ancestors and the memory of them are preserved within each of us.
A true batyr is someone who loves his land and his people, respects culture and traditions, relies on spiritual values, and is ready to serve the common good. This song reminds us that times may change, but a person’s true strength lies in their faithfulness to the values that unite generations.
Ер ҙә менән дә күк араһы ла,
Боронғонан - бөгөнгә,
Арыҫландар заманынан
Күпме быуын үтелгән.
Аҡбуҙаттар үлсәй хәҙер,
Машиналарҙың көсөн.
Тик бер шарттар мәңгелек тә
Халыҡ йәшәһен өсөн:
Иле өсөн яратыр һәр ысын батыр!
Теле өсөн яратыр һәр ысын батыр!
Дине өсөн яратыр һәр ысын батыр!
Халҡы өсөн йән атыр һәр ысын батыр!
Боронғонан - бөгөнгә,
Арыҫландар заманынан
Күпме быуын үтелгән.
Аҡбуҙаттар үлсәй хәҙер,
Машиналарҙың көсөн.
Тик бер шарттар мәңгелек тә
Халыҡ йәшәһен өсөн:
Иле өсөн яратыр һәр ысын батыр!
Теле өсөн яратыр һәр ысын батыр!
Дине өсөн яратыр һәр ысын батыр!
Халҡы өсөн йән атыр һәр ысын батыр!
Between the sky and the earth,
Through the centuries, from antiquity to the present day,
Since the time when lions were saddled,
Many generations have passed, and many eras have changed.
Today, the strength of machines is measured by Akbuzats,
But one condition remains unchanged –
In order for the people to thrive,
For the spirit of the ancestors to live in each of us.
Every batyr loves his Motherland for its own sake.
The fire of his heart burns for his native language.
He stands like a rock for his faith.
A real batyr is one who is ready to give his soul for his people.
Through the centuries, from antiquity to the present day,
Since the time when lions were saddled,
Many generations have passed, and many eras have changed.
Today, the strength of machines is measured by Akbuzats,
But one condition remains unchanged –
In order for the people to thrive,
For the spirit of the ancestors to live in each of us.
Every batyr loves his Motherland for its own sake.
The fire of his heart burns for his native language.
He stands like a rock for his faith.
A real batyr is one who is ready to give his soul for his people.
Ugez
The crowd in Katil’s kingdom holds its breath. By the padishah’s command, a bull
(ugez) is led into the square: enormous, with horns like cliffs and eyes blazing with fire. His breath is a flame, his roar is thunder, and every step leaves a hole in the ground. People whisper: no one has ever withstood its onslaught.
Suddenly, the voice of Katil’s daughter rings out:
“Father, leave him — don’t touch him.
You promised me
That I could choose my own bridegroom.
I have chosen this hero
As my beloved.
Do not destroy him in vain!”
But the padishah is unyielding.
Ugez roars:
“I will impale you upon my horns and hold you there until the wind scatters your
ashes!”
Ural Batyr answers calmly:
“I will not destroy you. But I will prove that a human is stronger than anyone else.”
The clash begins. Ugez charges forward — the earth thunders, the air trembles with its roar. Ural seizes him by the horns and forces him down to the ground. The monster roars with pain: the horns bend, the hooves crack, a tooth falls out, blood pours from its mouth. Strength leaves it, and it collapses.
Ural keeps his word: he does not kill Ugez. But from that day on, the bull’s crooked horns, broken mouth, and split hooves became the mark of his defeat. From then on, he and all his tribe were destined to serve humankind. This victory of Ural Batyr is not about destruction, but about balance. He does not seek to destroy darkness because he understands that it is part of the world, without which light cannot exist.
The hero remains faithful to his father’s covenant: to protect life, not to take it away. He establishes order and harmony where darkness oppressed people. Darkness does not vanish, but becomes meaningful, begins to serve humans and the world.
“UGEZ” is a song about inner strength, about the ability to tame destruction and
transform it into harmony. It is about how true victory is not in destroying the enemy, but in transforming darkness and directing it toward good.
(ugez) is led into the square: enormous, with horns like cliffs and eyes blazing with fire. His breath is a flame, his roar is thunder, and every step leaves a hole in the ground. People whisper: no one has ever withstood its onslaught.
Suddenly, the voice of Katil’s daughter rings out:
“Father, leave him — don’t touch him.
You promised me
That I could choose my own bridegroom.
I have chosen this hero
As my beloved.
Do not destroy him in vain!”
But the padishah is unyielding.
Ugez roars:
“I will impale you upon my horns and hold you there until the wind scatters your
ashes!”
Ural Batyr answers calmly:
“I will not destroy you. But I will prove that a human is stronger than anyone else.”
The clash begins. Ugez charges forward — the earth thunders, the air trembles with its roar. Ural seizes him by the horns and forces him down to the ground. The monster roars with pain: the horns bend, the hooves crack, a tooth falls out, blood pours from its mouth. Strength leaves it, and it collapses.
Ural keeps his word: he does not kill Ugez. But from that day on, the bull’s crooked horns, broken mouth, and split hooves became the mark of his defeat. From then on, he and all his tribe were destined to serve humankind. This victory of Ural Batyr is not about destruction, but about balance. He does not seek to destroy darkness because he understands that it is part of the world, without which light cannot exist.
The hero remains faithful to his father’s covenant: to protect life, not to take it away. He establishes order and harmony where darkness oppressed people. Darkness does not vanish, but becomes meaningful, begins to serve humans and the world.
“UGEZ” is a song about inner strength, about the ability to tame destruction and
transform it into harmony. It is about how true victory is not in destroying the enemy, but in transforming darkness and directing it toward good.
“Атаҡайым, ҡуйсәле,
Биргән һүҙең бар,
Кейәү үҙең
Һайларһың, тинең.
Был егетте һайланым
Кейәүем итеп,
Юҡҡа әрәм итмәле уны”.
Ерҙе тырнап та,
Үкереп тә,
Шылагайын ағыҙып,
Тауҙай үгеҙ
Уралға килгән, ти
Биргән һүҙең бар,
Кейәү үҙең
Һайларһың, тинең.
Был егетте һайланым
Кейәүем итеп,
Юҡҡа әрәм итмәле уны”.
Ерҙе тырнап та,
Үкереп тә,
Шылагайын ағыҙып,
Тауҙай үгеҙ
Уралға килгән, ти
“Father, leave him – don’t touch him (Ural).
You promised me that I could choose my own bridegroom.
I have chosen this hero as my beloved.
Do not destroy him in vain.”
Pawing the ground with a roar,
spluttering,
the bull, the size of a mountain,
pounced on Ural.
You promised me that I could choose my own bridegroom.
I have chosen this hero as my beloved.
Do not destroy him in vain.”
Pawing the ground with a roar,
spluttering,
the bull, the size of a mountain,
pounced on Ural.
Homay
She is called the daughter of the Sun and of Samrau, the king of birds. She can transform into a beautiful young woman and knows the path to the living spring. In the Bashkir epic “Ural Batyr”, Homay is the guardian of secret knowledge and ancient traditions.
She is a symbol of purity, wisdom, and devotion to her land. Homay is not merely a bird of happiness. She is a warrior, protector, mother of worthy sons in legends who never betrayed her roots. It was she who bestowed Akbuzat and the steel sword upon Ural Batyr — gifts that could belong only to a true hero. After Ural’s death, she forever took the form of a swan, preserving his feat and love in her memory.
The song leads us along her path — from the spring of living water Yanshishma to the heights of the heavens. Each of her flights reminds us that happiness does not come from outside; it is born from purity of heart, faithfulness to her origins, and spiritual strength passed down through generations.
She is a symbol of purity, wisdom, and devotion to her land. Homay is not merely a bird of happiness. She is a warrior, protector, mother of worthy sons in legends who never betrayed her roots. It was she who bestowed Akbuzat and the steel sword upon Ural Batyr — gifts that could belong only to a true hero. After Ural’s death, she forever took the form of a swan, preserving his feat and love in her memory.
The song leads us along her path — from the spring of living water Yanshishma to the heights of the heavens. Each of her flights reminds us that happiness does not come from outside; it is born from purity of heart, faithfulness to her origins, and spiritual strength passed down through generations.
Тамырҙарым минең һорай,
Йәнем дә, ҡаным да һорай,
Боронғо хәтер һорай:
Кем була ул Һомай?
Һомаҙың әсәһе лә Ҡояш,
Йәншишмәлә индергән.
Атаһы уның Самрау,
Яҡшыға күндергән.
Аҡбуҙат та алмас ҡылыс,
Һаҡлар булған да тик Һомай.
Йәншишмәгә лә юлды
Белгән дә тик Һомай.
Сит-яттарға ла бармаған,
Ил йолаһын боҙмаған,
Тоғро улан үҫтергән,
Бәхет ҡошо Һомай!
Беҙҙең башҡорт ҡыҙҙары –
Һомайҙың йондоҙҙары,
Йәншишмәнең һыу юлы
Һеҙҙең йәнгә яҙылған.
Йәнем дә, ҡаным да һорай,
Боронғо хәтер һорай:
Кем була ул Һомай?
Һомаҙың әсәһе лә Ҡояш,
Йәншишмәлә индергән.
Атаһы уның Самрау,
Яҡшыға күндергән.
Аҡбуҙат та алмас ҡылыс,
Һаҡлар булған да тик Һомай.
Йәншишмәгә лә юлды
Белгән дә тик Һомай.
Сит-яттарға ла бармаған,
Ил йолаһын боҙмаған,
Тоғро улан үҫтергән,
Бәхет ҡошо Һомай!
Беҙҙең башҡорт ҡыҙҙары –
Һомайҙың йондоҙҙары,
Йәншишмәнең һыу юлы
Һеҙҙең йәнгә яҙылған.
My roots are calling out,
My soul and blood are yearning,
Ancient memories of history are asking,
Who then is this Homay?
Her mother, the Sun, bathed her in a spring with living water.
Her father, Samrau (the ruler of the celestial birds), taught her kindness.
Akbuzat and the diamond sword are kept only by Homay.
The way to the spring with living water was known only to Homay.
Never having been to foreign lands,
She preserved the traditions of her land,
Raised faithful sons,
The bird of happiness, Homay!
Our Bashkir beauties are the stars of Homay,
The path to the spring with living water is imprinted in your soul.
My soul and blood are yearning,
Ancient memories of history are asking,
Who then is this Homay?
Her mother, the Sun, bathed her in a spring with living water.
Her father, Samrau (the ruler of the celestial birds), taught her kindness.
Akbuzat and the diamond sword are kept only by Homay.
The way to the spring with living water was known only to Homay.
Never having been to foreign lands,
She preserved the traditions of her land,
Raised faithful sons,
The bird of happiness, Homay!
Our Bashkir beauties are the stars of Homay,
The path to the spring with living water is imprinted in your soul.
Shulgan
“Shulgan” is a song about the brother who disobeyed his father’s command. In the epic “Ural Batyr”, the parents of the boys, Yanbirde and Yanbika, drank the blood of animals during the hunt — it was the source of their strength and endurance. But their father ordered his sons otherwise: while they were still young and not yet strong, they were to drink only pure water, and not even touch the leather bottles filled with
blood.
Shulgan could not resist. He was drawn to the forbidden, and he tempted Ural: “Let us try just a little — there is power in it, and the taste of victory.” By touching the blood for the first time, he took a step toward darkness. At first, it was curiosity and thirst. Then envy, the desire for power, and the urge came to possess what belonged to another.
The chorus sounds like a reproach: “Oh, Shulgan Batyr, why did you stray from the true path and break the sacred vow?” His choice marked the beginning of a fall that led to an alliance with the devs and eternal enmity with his brother.
The song “Shulgan” reveals another side of the epic “Ural Batyr.” This is a story about how betrayal is not born from great villainy — it begins with a small step,
capable of changing destiny forever.
blood.
Shulgan could not resist. He was drawn to the forbidden, and he tempted Ural: “Let us try just a little — there is power in it, and the taste of victory.” By touching the blood for the first time, he took a step toward darkness. At first, it was curiosity and thirst. Then envy, the desire for power, and the urge came to possess what belonged to another.
The chorus sounds like a reproach: “Oh, Shulgan Batyr, why did you stray from the true path and break the sacred vow?” His choice marked the beginning of a fall that led to an alliance with the devs and eternal enmity with his brother.
The song “Shulgan” reveals another side of the epic “Ural Batyr.” This is a story about how betrayal is not born from great villainy — it begins with a small step,
capable of changing destiny forever.
Ике улына Йәнбирҙе
Төшөндөрөп биргән тей
Тешәр сағығыҙ үтмәгән дә
Быуынығыҙ ҡатмаған
Һыуһағағыҙ уйында
Ана аҡ һыу эсегеҙ
Ҡабырсаҡҡа тултырғанды
Ҡандан ауыҙ ьарьығыҙ
Шүлгән Ҡан эсэргә уйлаған
Атаһы тыйғанын белһә лә
Ҡабырсаҡтан эсә күрмә
Атаһы әйткәнен белһә лә
Шүлгән, Уралды димләп,
Ошолай тип әйткән ул Уралға
Ҡабырсаҡты асайыҡ, hәр беренән
Аҙ-аҙлап берәй тамсы эсәйек,
«Йәнде ҡыйып һунарлау
Ҡомарлы эш,
Һыуһағанда ҡан эсэү
Тәмле нәмә,
Атам йоҡо ҡалдырып та,
Икәүе көн дә ҡайғырып та,
Аяҡ-ҡулдарын талдырып,
Йөрөмәҫ ине улар һунар, тип икәү
Ҡабырсаҡты асайыҡ, hәр беренән
Аҙ-аҙлап, ҡандың тәмен беләйек».
Припев:
Шүлгән батыр
Ниңә тура юлдан яҙҙың
Йола боҙҙоң?
Шүлгән батыр
Ата һүҙен һин тотманың
Дейеү булдың
Төшөндөрөп биргән тей
Тешәр сағығыҙ үтмәгән дә
Быуынығыҙ ҡатмаған
Һыуһағағыҙ уйында
Ана аҡ һыу эсегеҙ
Ҡабырсаҡҡа тултырғанды
Ҡандан ауыҙ ьарьығыҙ
Шүлгән Ҡан эсэргә уйлаған
Атаһы тыйғанын белһә лә
Ҡабырсаҡтан эсә күрмә
Атаһы әйткәнен белһә лә
Шүлгән, Уралды димләп,
Ошолай тип әйткән ул Уралға
Ҡабырсаҡты асайыҡ, hәр беренән
Аҙ-аҙлап берәй тамсы эсәйек,
«Йәнде ҡыйып һунарлау
Ҡомарлы эш,
Һыуһағанда ҡан эсэү
Тәмле нәмә,
Атам йоҡо ҡалдырып та,
Икәүе көн дә ҡайғырып та,
Аяҡ-ҡулдарын талдырып,
Йөрөмәҫ ине улар һунар, тип икәү
Ҡабырсаҡты асайыҡ, hәр беренән
Аҙ-аҙлап, ҡандың тәмен беләйек».
Припев:
Шүлгән батыр
Ниңә тура юлдан яҙҙың
Йола боҙҙоң?
Шүлгән батыр
Ата һүҙен һин тотманың
Дейеү булдың
Yanbirthe explained to his sons
that their permanent teeth hadn’t erupted yet,
their bones hadn’t strengthened yet.
If they felt thirsty during a game, they would only drink pure water
and wouldn’t even touch the leather bottles filled with blood.
Shulgan intended to drink the blood from the leather bottle,
knowing full well that his father had strictly forbidden him to do so.
Nevertheless, Shulgan, trying to persuade Ural, said to him:
“Let’s sip some blood from each leather bottle, so that our parents won’t notice.
Let’s find out what this drink tastes like!
Leaving their morning sleep behind, the parents wouldn’t go hunting every day.
If, being tired during this cruel and desperate activity, we were thirsty and wanted to drink, wouldn’t it be an exciting and enjoyable experience?
Let’s sip some blood from each leather bottle and see how it tastes”.
Oh, Shulgan batyr,
why did you turn away from the true path?
and break your oath?
Oh, Shulgan batyr,
why did you disobey your father’s command?
Now you have walked the path of darkness
and become a dev!
that their permanent teeth hadn’t erupted yet,
their bones hadn’t strengthened yet.
If they felt thirsty during a game, they would only drink pure water
and wouldn’t even touch the leather bottles filled with blood.
Shulgan intended to drink the blood from the leather bottle,
knowing full well that his father had strictly forbidden him to do so.
Nevertheless, Shulgan, trying to persuade Ural, said to him:
“Let’s sip some blood from each leather bottle, so that our parents won’t notice.
Let’s find out what this drink tastes like!
Leaving their morning sleep behind, the parents wouldn’t go hunting every day.
If, being tired during this cruel and desperate activity, we were thirsty and wanted to drink, wouldn’t it be an exciting and enjoyable experience?
Let’s sip some blood from each leather bottle and see how it tastes”.
Oh, Shulgan batyr,
why did you turn away from the true path?
and break your oath?
Oh, Shulgan batyr,
why did you disobey your father’s command?
Now you have walked the path of darkness
and become a dev!
Kil Kotom
This is a song in which an ancient ritual of restoring a person’s inner strength comes to life. In Bashkir tradition, it was believed that if the soul (kot) left the body due to fear or illness, it could be “called back.” Elder women would place a towel over a person’s head, pour water into a bowl, and melt hot lead or wax into it. In the hardened shapes of metal or wax, fears and shadows appeared — chains, snakes, monsters. The ritual was repeated until a calm, even heart emerged in the forms. Then the soul would find peace and return to its place.
The refrain sounds like a living incantation: “Come back, soul, come back… like the flow of a river, like a white fish, like a stallion, like a cow… come from the right, come from the left, from the earth and from the heavens.”
These words are addressed not only to an individual — they resonate as a call to the people as a whole, to their memory and inner strength.
Here the song is connected with the epic. The Bashkir tribes were united on the land of Ural around Ural Batyr. Ural breathed kot, his soul, and Homay gifted iman — faith. This amanat, the covenant of the ancestors, was kept in every family and passed down from generation to generation, absorbed with mother’s milk along with the memory of lineage and shajara.
“Kil Kotom” is more than music. It is an incantation, a ritual, and a history woven into one. Today, when people around the world increasingly lose their bearings and values, this song reminds us: the soul of a nation may fade away, but it can always be called back — through a word, through a song, through the memory that restores strength.
The refrain sounds like a living incantation: “Come back, soul, come back… like the flow of a river, like a white fish, like a stallion, like a cow… come from the right, come from the left, from the earth and from the heavens.”
These words are addressed not only to an individual — they resonate as a call to the people as a whole, to their memory and inner strength.
Here the song is connected with the epic. The Bashkir tribes were united on the land of Ural around Ural Batyr. Ural breathed kot, his soul, and Homay gifted iman — faith. This amanat, the covenant of the ancestors, was kept in every family and passed down from generation to generation, absorbed with mother’s milk along with the memory of lineage and shajara.
“Kil Kotom” is more than music. It is an incantation, a ritual, and a history woven into one. Today, when people around the world increasingly lose their bearings and values, this song reminds us: the soul of a nation may fade away, but it can always be called back — through a word, through a song, through the memory that restores strength.
Урал ерендә борон
Ырыуҙар йәшәгән.
Урал батырҙың
Янында ойошҡан.
Урал ҡот биргән беҙгә,
Иман биргән Һомай.
Ошо байлыҡты
Һәр ғәйлә һаҡлай.
“Ҡайт, ҡотом, ҡотом кил дә!
Ағын һыуҙай ағып кил,
Аҡ балыҡтай йөҙөп кил дә!
Айғыр булып кешнәп кил,
Һыйыр булып мөңрәп кил дә!
Уңдан да кил, һулдан кил
Ерҙән дә кил, күктән дә кил!
Ҡайт, ҡотом, ҡотом кил!”
Тарихтар төпкөлөнән,
Әсә һөтөнә һеңгән:
Бел шәжәрәңде,
Бел ырыуыңды.
Ошо аманат менән
Беҙҙең халыҡ йәшәй,
Рәхмәтле булып
Күктәрҙе данлай.
Ырыуҙар йәшәгән.
Урал батырҙың
Янында ойошҡан.
Урал ҡот биргән беҙгә,
Иман биргән Һомай.
Ошо байлыҡты
Һәр ғәйлә һаҡлай.
“Ҡайт, ҡотом, ҡотом кил дә!
Ағын һыуҙай ағып кил,
Аҡ балыҡтай йөҙөп кил дә!
Айғыр булып кешнәп кил,
Һыйыр булып мөңрәп кил дә!
Уңдан да кил, һулдан кил
Ерҙән дә кил, күктән дә кил!
Ҡайт, ҡотом, ҡотом кил!”
Тарихтар төпкөлөнән,
Әсә һөтөнә һеңгән:
Бел шәжәрәңде,
Бел ырыуыңды.
Ошо аманат менән
Беҙҙең халыҡ йәшәй,
Рәхмәтле булып
Күктәрҙе данлай.
“Come back, soul — come along, soul!
Come back like the flow of a river. Swim up like a white fish.
Come galloping like a snorting stallion.
Come like a mooing cow.
Come from the right, and come from the left.
Come back, soul — come along, soul!”
Nurtured through the centuries with mother's milk,
know your lineage,
know your ancestry.
Our people follow this instruction,
glorifying heaven with gratitude.
Come back like the flow of a river. Swim up like a white fish.
Come galloping like a snorting stallion.
Come like a mooing cow.
Come from the right, and come from the left.
Come back, soul — come along, soul!”
Nurtured through the centuries with mother's milk,
know your lineage,
know your ancestry.
Our people follow this instruction,
glorifying heaven with gratitude.
Ber, ike, os
This song is about continuity and strength passed down from generation to generation. In the epic “Ural Batyr,” the hero gave his life for the future of his people, bequeathing them to protect the land, the language, the faith, and the traditions. His legacy has not disappeared — it continues to live on in new generations.
In the song, young men appear as the successors of Ural Batyr, heirs of his courage, resilience, and strength of spirit. Young women are portrayed as the stars of Homay, the guardians of traditions, beauty, language, faith, and culture.
This song speaks about the present day — about cities and villages where a native language is still heard, where traditions live on in songs, festivals, and rituals. It is about the people who have managed to preserve their culture, their true selves, and their identity. “Strength lies in our traditions” is the main message of the composition. These words remind us that continuity and a memory are what open the road to the future.
In the song, young men appear as the successors of Ural Batyr, heirs of his courage, resilience, and strength of spirit. Young women are portrayed as the stars of Homay, the guardians of traditions, beauty, language, faith, and culture.
This song speaks about the present day — about cities and villages where a native language is still heard, where traditions live on in songs, festivals, and rituals. It is about the people who have managed to preserve their culture, their true selves, and their identity. “Strength lies in our traditions” is the main message of the composition. These words remind us that continuity and a memory are what open the road to the future.
Башҡортобоҙ егеттәре
Урал батыр вариҫтары
Ә Көслө берҙәм яугирҙары ла
Илебеҙ халыҡбыҙ арыҫландары
Башҡортобоҙ ҡыҙҙары
Һомайҙың һай йондоҙҙары
Гүзәлдәрҙән гүзәлдәре
Йолабыҙ телебеҙ һаҡлаусылары
Припев:
Бер, ике, өс
Беҙҙең йола көс!
Бер, ике, өс
Беҙҙең йола көс!
Урал батыр вариҫтары
Ә Көслө берҙәм яугирҙары ла
Илебеҙ халыҡбыҙ арыҫландары
Башҡортобоҙ ҡыҙҙары
Һомайҙың һай йондоҙҙары
Гүзәлдәрҙән гүзәлдәре
Йолабыҙ телебеҙ һаҡлаусылары
Припев:
Бер, ике, өс
Беҙҙең йола көс!
Бер, ике, өс
Беҙҙең йола көс!
Bashkir yegets (young men) are the descendants of Ural batyr,
Strong, and united lions, and defenders of the homeland and the people.
Bashkir girls are the stars of Homay,
Beauties,
Keepers of traditions and language.
One, two, three.
Our strength is our tradition.
One, two, three.
Our strength is our tradition
Strong, and united lions, and defenders of the homeland and the people.
Bashkir girls are the stars of Homay,
Beauties,
Keepers of traditions and language.
One, two, three.
Our strength is our tradition.
One, two, three.
Our strength is our tradition
Tugan Tel
This is a song about the native language as a living source of memory and strength. It is the language spoken by our grandmothers and great-grandfathers, the language of lullabies and legends, preserving the warmth of generations. Native words, absorbed with mother’s milk, stay with us for a lifetime and give us inner support.
When a language is heard both at home and in everyday conversations, it continues its journey through the centuries. It connects us with our ancestors and opens the road to the future, reminding us that we are part of a larger history.
In the song “Tugan Tel,” the breath of ancient legends along with the echoes of the epic “Ural Batyr” come alive, which have been passed from mouth to mouth for centuries and reached our days as a living memory.
When a language is heard both at home and in everyday conversations, it continues its journey through the centuries. It connects us with our ancestors and opens the road to the future, reminding us that we are part of a larger history.
In the song “Tugan Tel,” the breath of ancient legends along with the echoes of the epic “Ural Batyr” come alive, which have been passed from mouth to mouth for centuries and reached our days as a living memory.
Туған телеңде һин ныҡ тотһаң,
Өйҙә-урамда үҙ телеңдә һөйләшһәң,
Берҙәм булһаҡ бер төптән барһы ла,
Шул ваҡыт булыр бәрәкәт илебеҙҙә!
Туған телем – һаҡлаусы ҡалҡан!
Урал батырҙан беҙгә тиклем һаҡланған.
Ата-бабалар хаҡ йолаларын,
Һаҡла киләсәк быуындарыбыҙ өсөн!
Һәр заманда
Илселәр килгән,
Хаҡ йолаларҙы
Илгә еткергән,
Урал батыр
Тыуған иленә,
Башҡорт халҡына,
Йола тапшырған.
Өйҙә-урамда үҙ телеңдә һөйләшһәң,
Берҙәм булһаҡ бер төптән барһы ла,
Шул ваҡыт булыр бәрәкәт илебеҙҙә!
Туған телем – һаҡлаусы ҡалҡан!
Урал батырҙан беҙгә тиклем һаҡланған.
Ата-бабалар хаҡ йолаларын,
Һаҡла киләсәк быуындарыбыҙ өсөн!
Һәр заманда
Илселәр килгән,
Хаҡ йолаларҙы
Илгә еткергән,
Урал батыр
Тыуған иленә,
Башҡорт халҡына,
Йола тапшырған.
Mother tongue
If you cherish your native language,
And speak it both at home and outdoors,
If we stay united in all our endeavours,
Then our country will prosper.
My native language is my protective shield,
Preserved from the time of Ural batyr to this day.
Preserve ancestors’ traditions and customs for future generations.
Every era had messengers,
Passing down true traditions and customs to their country.
Ural batyr bequeathed traditions and customs to his Motherland,
And to the Bashkir people.
If you cherish your native language,
And speak it both at home and outdoors,
If we stay united in all our endeavours,
Then our country will prosper.
My native language is my protective shield,
Preserved from the time of Ural batyr to this day.
Preserve ancestors’ traditions and customs for future generations.
Every era had messengers,
Passing down true traditions and customs to their country.
Ural batyr bequeathed traditions and customs to his Motherland,
And to the Bashkir people.
Ural Vasyaty
After long battles with devs and serpents, wounded and utterly exhausted, Ural Batyr finds the sacred spring “Yanshishma” — the water that grants life. He knows that immortality lies within this water. The people beg him to drink from the living water, so he may live forever and continue to protect the land. But the devs and serpents, stripped of their power, hide within the lake. Ural Batyr chooses to destroy them forever and drinks the dark waters together with them. Evil eats him up inside, but he does not retreat.
In his final moment, holding the horn filled with the living water of “Yanshishma”, Ural Batyr takes a mighty draught… not for himself. He does not choose eternal life. He pours the water upon the land and the people — reviving parched fields, awakening the tribe, filling the hearts of descendants with strength and hope.
The mountains turn green, flowers bloom, birds sing — life returns. This is the pivotal moment. Ural Batyr sacrifices himself, renouncing immortality for the sake of his native land, passing wisdom and strength on to future generations. He leaves his descendants a covenant: a drop of eternity lives within the blood of everyone, and may every generation remember this.
This is not merely a scene from the epic — it is a profound symbol of love for the land, care for the people, and responsibility for the future. This very moment has become the foundation of our song Ural Vasyaty.
In his final moment, holding the horn filled with the living water of “Yanshishma”, Ural Batyr takes a mighty draught… not for himself. He does not choose eternal life. He pours the water upon the land and the people — reviving parched fields, awakening the tribe, filling the hearts of descendants with strength and hope.
The mountains turn green, flowers bloom, birds sing — life returns. This is the pivotal moment. Ural Batyr sacrifices himself, renouncing immortality for the sake of his native land, passing wisdom and strength on to future generations. He leaves his descendants a covenant: a drop of eternity lives within the blood of everyone, and may every generation remember this.
This is not merely a scene from the epic — it is a profound symbol of love for the land, care for the people, and responsibility for the future. This very moment has become the foundation of our song Ural Vasyaty.
"Борон-борон-борондан
Башлана шул васыят.
Урал батыр ҡалдырған,
Йолаларҙың асылы:
Килә торор халыҡҡа
Яуызлыҡ гел яу булып,
Һәәәәй,
Ябырылыр дау булып".
Хәй! Хәй! Хәй! Хәй!
“Ирмен, тигән ир-батыр,
Шып-шым ҡарап торормо?
Яуызлыҡҡа баш эйеп
Ҡолдай ярап торормо?
Яҡшылыҡҡа – яҡшылыҡ
Ҡыла торған йола бар!
Яуызлыҡҡа – ҡаршы яу
Сыға торған йола бар!”
Хәй! Хәй! Хәй! Хәй!
"Борон-борон-борондан
Башлана шул васыят,
Урал батыр ҡалдырған,
Йолаларҙың асылы.
Килә торор халыҡҡа
Яуызлыҡ гел яу булып,
Һәәәәй,
Ябырылыр дау булып".
“Ерем-халҡыма бөрктөм
Йәншишмәнең бар һыуын.
Ҡанда - мәңгелек тамсыһы,
Белһен шуны hәр быуын!
Бик борондан hәp батыр
Иле өсөн яратыр
Ныҡ тотор ул йоланы,
Халҡы өсөн йән атыр”.
Хәй! Хәй! Хәй! Хәй!
“Йәншишмәнең һыу юлын Һеҙгә әйтеп ҡалдырам.
Уның юлы – яратыу,
Уның юлы – тоғролоҡ
Яратыу үҙ халҡыңды,
Яратыу үҙ илеңде,
Тоғролоҡ үҙ телеңә,
Тоғролоҡ үҙ динеңә”.
Хәй! Хәй! Хәй! Хәй!
Башлана шул васыят.
Урал батыр ҡалдырған,
Йолаларҙың асылы:
Килә торор халыҡҡа
Яуызлыҡ гел яу булып,
Һәәәәй,
Ябырылыр дау булып".
Хәй! Хәй! Хәй! Хәй!
“Ирмен, тигән ир-батыр,
Шып-шым ҡарап торормо?
Яуызлыҡҡа баш эйеп
Ҡолдай ярап торормо?
Яҡшылыҡҡа – яҡшылыҡ
Ҡыла торған йола бар!
Яуызлыҡҡа – ҡаршы яу
Сыға торған йола бар!”
Хәй! Хәй! Хәй! Хәй!
"Борон-борон-борондан
Башлана шул васыят,
Урал батыр ҡалдырған,
Йолаларҙың асылы.
Килә торор халыҡҡа
Яуызлыҡ гел яу булып,
Һәәәәй,
Ябырылыр дау булып".
“Ерем-халҡыма бөрктөм
Йәншишмәнең бар һыуын.
Ҡанда - мәңгелек тамсыһы,
Белһен шуны hәр быуын!
Бик борондан hәp батыр
Иле өсөн яратыр
Ныҡ тотор ул йоланы,
Халҡы өсөн йән атыр”.
Хәй! Хәй! Хәй! Хәй!
“Йәншишмәнең һыу юлын Һеҙгә әйтеп ҡалдырам.
Уның юлы – яратыу,
Уның юлы – тоғролоҡ
Яратыу үҙ халҡыңды,
Яратыу үҙ илеңде,
Тоғролоҡ үҙ телеңә,
Тоғролоҡ үҙ динеңә”.
Хәй! Хәй! Хәй! Хәй!
“This covenant began a long time ago.
Ural Batyr taught mankind the secrets of traditions.
Evil will always come to people,
A-hey,
Sowing discord.”
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”
“Son of the people!
If you think you are a real hero, will you accept injustice and worship evil?
Will you follow it?
Repay kindness with kindness.
This is my covenant with you.
Confront evil.
This is my covenant with you.”
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
“This covenant began a long time ago.
Ural Batyr taught mankind the secrets of traditions.
Evil will always come to people,
A-hey,
Sowing discord.”
“I irrigated the land with living water and sprinkled it on my people.
A drop of eternity runs in our blood.
Let every generation of descendants know this”.
Since ancient times, every hero has loved the motherland for its own good.
He has staunchly upheld the traditions.
He is ready to sacrifice his own life for his people.”
Ural Batyr taught mankind the secrets of traditions.
Evil will always come to people,
A-hey,
Sowing discord.”
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”
“Son of the people!
If you think you are a real hero, will you accept injustice and worship evil?
Will you follow it?
Repay kindness with kindness.
This is my covenant with you.
Confront evil.
This is my covenant with you.”
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
“This covenant began a long time ago.
Ural Batyr taught mankind the secrets of traditions.
Evil will always come to people,
A-hey,
Sowing discord.”
“I irrigated the land with living water and sprinkled it on my people.
A drop of eternity runs in our blood.
Let every generation of descendants know this”.
Since ancient times, every hero has loved the motherland for its own good.
He has staunchly upheld the traditions.
He is ready to sacrifice his own life for his people.”
Akbuzat
This song is about the winged horse from the epic “Ural Batyr”. In the heavenly realm, Samrau gathered the batyrs for trials to determine the worthy one. They had to lift a heavy stone and throw it toward the sky, withstand the force of the wind, and demonstrate their resilient spirit. Many attempted to prove their strength, but they failed one after another.
Ural Batyr passed all the trials. Then Homay called upon Akbuzat. The winged horse descended from the heavens amid thunder and lightning, raising a storm with its hooves, and bowed its head before the chosen hero. The people stood frozen in awe: the mane shone like stars, and every step echoed with thunder. The unworthy could not stay in the saddle, but the true batyr gained a loyal companion. Akbuzat brought Ural not only speed and strength. Together with the bulat sword, it became a faithful friend — carrying him out of fierce battles and leading him into the very heart of combat. This horse has become a symbol of loyalty, height, and that strength of spirit which makes a hero invincible.
The song “Akbuzat” reminds us: trials come to everyone, but only those who preserve steadfastness and purity of heart earn their wings.
Ural Batyr passed all the trials. Then Homay called upon Akbuzat. The winged horse descended from the heavens amid thunder and lightning, raising a storm with its hooves, and bowed its head before the chosen hero. The people stood frozen in awe: the mane shone like stars, and every step echoed with thunder. The unworthy could not stay in the saddle, but the true batyr gained a loyal companion. Akbuzat brought Ural not only speed and strength. Together with the bulat sword, it became a faithful friend — carrying him out of fierce battles and leading him into the very heart of combat. This horse has become a symbol of loyalty, height, and that strength of spirit which makes a hero invincible.
The song “Akbuzat” reminds us: trials come to everyone, but only those who preserve steadfastness and purity of heart earn their wings.
Матур миңә дан булмаҫ та.
Өҫтөмдә йөрөр йән булмаҫ та
Мин сапҡанда ел ҡубыр ҙа.
Таш та ятып түҙә алмаҫ та
Эйәремдең ҡашында ла.
Булат-алмас ҡылысым да
Утҡа һалһаң иремәҫ тә,
Бер нигә тейеп тупармаҫ та.
Һөйөп тә алғас та Аҡбуҙын,
Һомай ҙа һылыу әйткән дә үҙенең хаҡ һүҙен:
“Күктә торҙоң йондоҙҙай,
Батыр көтөп тә,
Рухһыҙҙарын ырғытып та;
Бына килде батырҙар көтөп
Батырлығын да һайлапмы ла,
Матурлығын мы,
Береһен алаһың
Үҙеңә юлдаш
Миңә һөйгән йәр булыр ҙа
Һиңә булыр иптәш”.
һомай майҙан йыйған, ти ҙә
Аҡбуҙатын саҡырған, ти.
Күк күкрәп, шау килеп тә
Ерҙә дауыл ҡуптарып та
Йондоҙ һымаҡ атылып та
Аҡбуҙ толпар, атлығып та
Күктән килеп төшкән, ти ҙә
һомай һылыу алдында ла.
Килеп, башын эйгән, ти ҙә
Бөтә майҙан һоҡланған ти:
Ҡолағын беҙҙәй ҡаҙаған,
Ялын ҡыҙҙай тараған ти,
Елгә ҡоштай елпенеп тә,
Артында саң уйнатыр ҙа,
Хайран итер, уйлатыр ҙа.
Бына ошондай Аҡбуҙ ул.
Өҫтөмдә йөрөр йән булмаҫ та
Мин сапҡанда ел ҡубыр ҙа.
Таш та ятып түҙә алмаҫ та
Эйәремдең ҡашында ла.
Булат-алмас ҡылысым да
Утҡа һалһаң иремәҫ тә,
Бер нигә тейеп тупармаҫ та.
Һөйөп тә алғас та Аҡбуҙын,
Һомай ҙа һылыу әйткән дә үҙенең хаҡ һүҙен:
“Күктә торҙоң йондоҙҙай,
Батыр көтөп тә,
Рухһыҙҙарын ырғытып та;
Бына килде батырҙар көтөп
Батырлығын да һайлапмы ла,
Матурлығын мы,
Береһен алаһың
Үҙеңә юлдаш
Миңә һөйгән йәр булыр ҙа
Һиңә булыр иптәш”.
һомай майҙан йыйған, ти ҙә
Аҡбуҙатын саҡырған, ти.
Күк күкрәп, шау килеп тә
Ерҙә дауыл ҡуптарып та
Йондоҙ һымаҡ атылып та
Аҡбуҙ толпар, атлығып та
Күктән килеп төшкән, ти ҙә
һомай һылыу алдында ла.
Килеп, башын эйгән, ти ҙә
Бөтә майҙан һоҡланған ти:
Ҡолағын беҙҙәй ҡаҙаған,
Ялын ҡыҙҙай тараған ти,
Елгә ҡоштай елпенеп тә,
Артында саң уйнатыр ҙа,
Хайран итер, уйлатыр ҙа.
Бына ошондай Аҡбуҙ ул.
Outer beauty is not a value for me.
There is no soul that could tame and master me.
Even stones will not endure, and they cannot resist.
When I ride, storms and hurricanes arise.
There is a diamond damask sword beside my saddle.
You cannot melt it even in the hottest fire.
Nothing will withstand it, and it will never become dull.
Having caressed her Akbuzat (a white winged horse),
the beautiful Homay spoke to him:
“In the heavens you shone like a star,
Awaiting the true batyr,
And casting off the unworthy from your saddle.
And now the next men have arrived.
They call themselves batyrs, they are waiting for you.
Pick, based on bravery and courage,
Either by the strength of a batyr or by his beauty,
One to be your master,
To be your companion and your friend,
And for me – a beloved and loving husband.”
Homay called the people together
And called her Akbuzat.
Tearing apart the heavens with thunder and lightning,
Stirring up storms and hurricanes.
Akbuzat descended from the skies before the beautiful Homay,
And bowed his head before her.
All the gathered people were amazed.
His ears pointed straight up like a needle,
His luxurious mane was like that of a beauty –
Fluttering in the wind like a bird in flight,
Leaving behind a storm of dust.
Dazzling everyone with its beauty and grace,
The steed was so majestic – Akbuzat.
There is no soul that could tame and master me.
Even stones will not endure, and they cannot resist.
When I ride, storms and hurricanes arise.
There is a diamond damask sword beside my saddle.
You cannot melt it even in the hottest fire.
Nothing will withstand it, and it will never become dull.
Having caressed her Akbuzat (a white winged horse),
the beautiful Homay spoke to him:
“In the heavens you shone like a star,
Awaiting the true batyr,
And casting off the unworthy from your saddle.
And now the next men have arrived.
They call themselves batyrs, they are waiting for you.
Pick, based on bravery and courage,
Either by the strength of a batyr or by his beauty,
One to be your master,
To be your companion and your friend,
And for me – a beloved and loving husband.”
Homay called the people together
And called her Akbuzat.
Tearing apart the heavens with thunder and lightning,
Stirring up storms and hurricanes.
Akbuzat descended from the skies before the beautiful Homay,
And bowed his head before her.
All the gathered people were amazed.
His ears pointed straight up like a needle,
His luxurious mane was like that of a beauty –
Fluttering in the wind like a bird in flight,
Leaving behind a storm of dust.
Dazzling everyone with its beauty and grace,
The steed was so majestic – Akbuzat.
Aruakh
(“Aruakh/Ural’s soul”) is an instrumental composition about the final moments
of a great batyr.
In the epic, Ural approaches the lake where devs and serpents are in hiding. He decides to drink it to the dregs to free the land from evil. But together with the water, the demons seep into his body and begin to consume him from within.
His strength leaves him. They bring him the living water and beg him to drink it so that he might restore his health and prolong his life. But Ural refuses. He does not drink it himself; instead, he pours the living water over the land and the people. Then his words of testament are heard: “I have poured the living water onto my homeland and onto the people. A drop of eternity flows in the blood of every person — let every generation of descendants know this. Life is not eternal, but only good deeds and the glory of heroes will live forever.” Rain pours down, washing over fields and mountains, and along with it, the memory of heroism floods out.
The soul of Ural batyr departs, becoming part of the world: in the drops of springs, in the sounds of songs, in the memory of generations. “Ural’s soul” speaks of the truth that immortality is not found in the body but in deeds that endure through the ages.
(“Aruakh/Ural’s soul”) is an instrumental composition about the final moments
of a great batyr.
In the epic, Ural approaches the lake where devs and serpents are in hiding. He decides to drink it to the dregs to free the land from evil. But together with the water, the demons seep into his body and begin to consume him from within.
His strength leaves him. They bring him the living water and beg him to drink it so that he might restore his health and prolong his life. But Ural refuses. He does not drink it himself; instead, he pours the living water over the land and the people. Then his words of testament are heard: “I have poured the living water onto my homeland and onto the people. A drop of eternity flows in the blood of every person — let every generation of descendants know this. Life is not eternal, but only good deeds and the glory of heroes will live forever.” Rain pours down, washing over fields and mountains, and along with it, the memory of heroism floods out.
The soul of Ural batyr departs, becoming part of the world: in the drops of springs, in the sounds of songs, in the memory of generations. “Ural’s soul” speaks of the truth that immortality is not found in the body but in deeds that endure through the ages.
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