Elteber
Elteber (Old Turkic: 
, elteber) was the client king of an autonomous but tributary tribe or polity in the hierarchy of the Turkic khaganates and Khazar Khaganate.
In the case of the Khazar Khaganate, the rulers of such vassal peoples as the Volga Bulgars (only until 969, after that they were independent and created a powerful state), Burtas and North Caucasian Huns were titled elteber or some variant such as Ilutwer, Ilutver (North Caucasian Huns), Yiltawar or İltäbär (Volga Bulgaria) (until 969). An Elteber (Almış) is known to have met the famous Muslim traveller Ibn Fadlan and requested assistance from the Abbasids of Baghdad.
The earliest extant mention of the term is for a ruler of the North Caucasian Huns in the 680s, referred to in Christian sources from Caucasian Albania as Alp Ilutuer. The title was also mentioned in Letter to Kültegin in 732. It was used by rulers of pre-Islamic Volga Bulgaria during the period of their vassalage to the Khazars.
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by: Debbie HarryOLE’
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We all feel like ruins, so what do you say?
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Raise our passports high there
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I know you’ll agree
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(No bullfights for me!)
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Veracruz will ease our blues then
Off up to Toranga
I’m really partial, to shellfish and mangoes and fresh cut Sinatra
I know that you can go, well try the flamingo
Hey senor, don’t be a bore
This sadness you’re bearing is wearing you down
When you unravel, there’s nothing like travel
So pick up the pieces, take it from me
All at once your life is over
Before your very eyes
So, what do you say
I say Ole’
Ole’
Qe Padre
I say Ole’