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Anthem of the Chechen Republic was the national anthem of the separatist Chechen Republic of Ichkeria. Declared anthem in 1992. Words by Aydamirov Abuzar, music by Umar Beksultanov. A national anthem is a generally patriotic musical composition that is evoking and eulogizing the history, traditions and struggles of its people, recognzed either by a nations government as the official national song, or by convention through use by the people. ...
Political separatism is a movement to obtain sovereignty and split a territory or group of people (usually a people with a distinctive national consciousness) from one another (or one nation from another; a colony from the metropolis). ...
Official language Chechen Capital Grozny (Dzhokhar, after 1996) President Doku Umarov Independence – Declared – Recognition From Russia – November 1, 1991 – Georgian Republic National anthem Death or Freedom The Chechen Republic of Ichkeria (Ðохчийн РеÑпублика Ðохчийчоь) is the unrecognized secessionist government of Chechnya. ...
1992 (MCMXCII) was a leap year starting on Wednesday. ...
There are two different songs below! Aparently, one is the anthem of the (pro-Russian) Chechen Republic (Chechen and Russian versions), the other is the anthem of the (separatist) Chechen Republic of Ichkeria (English verssion). See Death or Freedom for a Chechen version of the later. Hence, the following are missing: Death or Freedom(Russian : Смерть или Ñвобода) is Chechen Republic of Ichkeria National anthem. ...
- Шатлакхан Илли translation in English
- Шатлакхан Илли translation in Chechen with Latin alphabet (as Death or Freedom has)
- Death or Friedom translation in Russian
- to verify that two translations in English of Death or Friedom are identical
- to copy-edit the two pages
- someone (well-educated), who knows all three languages, to go through the translations to check everything
- aslo, it shouldn't be so difficult to find the notes, audio files, and some history of both songs
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Шатлакхан Илли The Chechen language has about 1,200,000 speakers, most of whom live in Russia. ...
Харцоно цlе тесна хьо ягарх,
Нохчийчоь, ца йоьжна, гlаьттина яха.
Кавказан ткъес хилла, маршонан ага,
Хьан лаьттан сий дина яхь йолчу наха.
Барт болу хьан къаьмнаш – мах боцу беркат!
Хьо йоцург, Нана яц, нохчийн халкъ хьастс.
Тхайн дехар, тхан дерзар Даймехкан кхерчахь,
Декъалдар доьхуш ду, хьуна беш хастам.
Башламан баххьашка дайн синош дуьссу.
Органа тулгlено ненан мотт буьйцу.
Исбаьхьа совгlат хьо, азаллехь долла!
Шатлакхан илли ду тхуна никкъ белла!
Къинхьегам, хьан хуьнарш хазделла шайна,
Хьалкъаца лерам бар кхаъ хуьлда хьуна.
Машаран гlаролехь ирсан некъ тайна,
Сий долуш Нохчийчоь ехийла тхуна!
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Гимн Чеченской Республики
Как бы ты ни горела огнем несправедливости Чечня,
Ни падала и вставала, чтобы жить.
Молния Кавказа, колыбель свободы,
Берегли честь твоей земли гордые люди.
Согласие между твоими народами – бесценное богатство!
Кроме тебя, нет матери, чтобы приласкать народ Чечни.
Нашу жизнь и нашу кончину в очаге Родины,
Просим, восхваляя тебя, благослови.
На вершину Башлама спускаются души предков.
Волна Аргуна говорит на языке матери.
Великолепный подарок ты, данный нам жизнью!
Песня Шатлака дала нам силу!
Любовь к труду и отваге, уважение народа,
Пусть будет для тебя приятной вестью.
На страже свободы, найдя счастливую дорогу,
Живи для нас, достойная Чечня!
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Death or Freedom The English language is a West Germanic language that originates in England. ...
We were born at night when the she-wolf whelped,
In the morning, to lion's deafening roar, were named.
In eagles' nests our mothers nursed us,
To tame wild bulls our fathers taught us.
Our mothers raised us to dedicate ourselves to our Nation and our Homeland,
And if our nation needs us we're ready to fight the oppressive hand.
We grew up free as eagles,princes of the mountains.
There is no threshold from which we will shy away.
Sooner will cliffs of granite begin to melt like molten lead,
Than any one of us shall lose our honour in life's struggles.
Sooner shall the Earth be swallowed up by the broiling sun,
Than we emerge from a trial in life without our honour!
Never to bow our heads to anyone, we give our sacred pledge,
To die or to live in freedom is our fate.
Our sisters heal our brothers' bloody wounds with their songs,
Our beloved's eyes will supply the strength of arms.
If hunger weaken us, we'll gnaw on the roots of trees,
And if thirst debilitates us, we'll drink the dew from the grass.
For we were born at night when the she-wolf whelped.
We pledge our lives to God, Nation and Vainakh homeland.
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