Пцӏащхъуэ цӏыкӏу.
Pts’aśxwä ts’y2kw’.
Гъатхэр къосри, удзхэр къокӀ.
Ghatkhär q’osri, wdzkhär q’ok’.
ПцӀащхъуэ цӀыкӀухэр къолъэтэж.
Pts’aśxwä ts’y2kw’khär q’olhätäzh.
ПцӀащхъуэ цӀыкӀухэр къытхуогуфӀэ,
Pts’aśxwä ts’y2kw’khär q’y2tkhwogwf’ä,
ПыгуфӀыкӀхэу къытхуосыж.
Py2gwf’y2k’khäw q’y2tkhwosy2zh.
ПцӀащхъуэ цӀыкӀуу зи бзэр дахэ,
Pts’aśxwä ts’y2kw’w zi bzär dakhä,
Хугу уэстынщи, уэрэд жыӀэ.
Khwgw wästy2nśi, wäräd zhy2ä.
ЩӀыпӀэ жыжьэм щыплъэгъуахэр
Ś’y2p’ä zhy2źäm śy2plhäghwakhär
Пэжагъ хэлъу къыджеӀэж.
Päzhagh khälhw q’y2dzhe’äzh.
Read and Record a Poem
Little Swallow
Spring is coming, the grass is growing.
The little swallows are flying back again.
Little swallows make us happy,
Smiling they reach us.
Little swallow, whose voice is beautiful,
When I give you millet, sing a song.
About what you saw in distant countries
Tell us truthfully.