«In ancient times there was a mighty batyr (hero, brave warrior) among the Trans-Ural Bashkirs. He had a horse – a gray tulpar (a winged (or flying) horse in Turkic mythology). He could move the owner wherever he wanted. There was no equal to this batyr in strength, courage and intelligence. If an enemy army attacked his land, he mercilessly destroyed the enemies, protecting his relatives and his native land. In addition, this batyr was a famous kurai player and singer. When he climbed the Irendyk (a mountain range in the east and southeast of the Republic of Bashkortostan) and played the kurai, the sounds of his kurai were clearly heard in the villages located among the mountain valleys. This batyr got married, but only many years later his wife gave birth to his son – a sturdy child, as heavy as lead. The child grew by leaps and bounds. People spoke of him with admiration: "He will be braver than his father".
Indeed, when he became a young man, he began to resemble his father in everything, and even surpassed him. As people say: "What a chick sees in the nest, it does in flight". The young man also became famous for playing the kurai. "I'll marry my son while I'm still alive", – the father thought, and betrothed a bride to the young man. He gave his son a gray three-year-old stallion born from a gray tulpar, and one of the sunny spring days the young batyr went to the house of his future father-in-law. When he arrived, he left his stallion in a meadow, not far from the house.
In the morning, when the young guy came for the stallion, he heard a surprisingly beautiful melody, so he froze in amazement. Then, impatiently, he ran in the direction from which the sounds came. Having approached, he hid himself and began to watch. A flock of small gray cranes, having gathered in a circle, was playing in the glade. In the center stood a female crane. As soon as she flapped her wings and began a melodious clang, the others immediately joined her and began to spin. The young guy listened with ecstasy to the sonorous melody of the cranes, listened until he remembered it. Fearing to forget the song of the birds, he jumped on his horse and rushed like an arrow to his father-in-law's house. Having dismounted, he took his kurai and began to play a crane song. The people gathered – both old and young.
– How do you know this strange, amazing melody? Did you compose it yourself? – one aksakal (head of the clan, elder, respectable person) asked the young guy.
– No, grandfather, – said the young guy and told about what had happened.
The people were excited: what if something bad happens?
And the elder said:
– It's the song of the cranes. Where they play a big battle is destined to happen, in which many people will die, as our grandfathers used to say in the old days.
When the batyr heard these words, he immediately went home. At home he told father everything as it is.
– Yes, my son, in the old days it was said that where cranes play, there will be a massacre, disaster will descend on the country. Your father has seen a lot of such fights in his lifetime. Now I have become old, my strength is not the same. I present my combat equipment to you, – the old batyr said. – Be brave, do not tarnish the honor of the family. Be merciless to foreign enemies and be loyal to your family and your native land, – only then will you be happy. This is my testament to you. And now gather an army of the most reliable people.
The young batyr summoned the horsemen of the country, gathered an army and prepared for battle. And in fact, it was not long before the land of his family was attacked by strangers. The young batyr commanded his archers to launch an attack, and they began to hit the enemies at a distance visible to the eye. When the fighting subsided, they celebrated the victory for several days in a row. The young guy was called the batyr of the country. And the tune he heard from the cranes has since been called the "Crane song". The lake near which the massacre took place is called Yaugul (literally – "lake-massacre")».