Текст песни Анатолий Соловьяненко - Как небеса, твой взор блистает

Like heaven, your eyes shine
Blue enamel
Like a kiss, sounds and melts
Your voice is young.

For the sound of one magic speech,
For your one look
I am glad to give the handsome man
Georgian my damask;

And he sometimes shines sweetly
And it sounds sweeter
At the sound of that soul trembles
And the blood boils in the heart.

But a life of swearing and rebellious
I am not amused since
As your voice heard gentle
And met a sweet look.

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