Jashil Oy ran across the green woods
Two rivers flow into Jashil Oy
From one of them another one flows towards Jashil Oy's East
There are five brothers with their sister in Jashil Oy land
There are five wounds in Jashil Oy's heart
They are against each other
In the battle, five brothers flow into Jashil Oy
Between the precipice and the coast
In the narrow gorges among sharp stones
Heart pulses - man lives
And he hears as if someone laugh
Intangible, invisible, inaudible
Water's smell with the taste of gra**
She laughs
But the whisper of water and gra** is still
And the rivers are filled with silent laugh
In the deepest sorrow the gra** will rustle
And the eyelids will be closed by light wind
When a head will fall on a chest