Текст песни Арсен Мірзоян-Бабурка - Пока горит свеча...

Tell me, old man
I don’t hide my face before you
I do not ask the kalym to order -
will there be happiness
Beard like snow
In this city you know everyone
a short burqa to hide my eyelid
roses are short in color ...

When the chang dies down and the shoulders get heavy
let the potter turn the wheel
even at night.
When the chang dies down
and the brocade will become heavy on the shoulders
but while the candle is burning, the lamp is hot.

Maybe Iblis is right:
"Throw justice at the Creator's feet!"
but there is no strength for my words -
Drank all the Hayam
ashes will go to clay -
your days are not equal to mine
and the potter will start the jug again,
if it breaks ...

When the chang dies down and the shoulders get heavy
let the potter turn the wheel
even at night.
When the chang dies down
and the brocade will become heavy on the shoulders
but while the candle is burning, the lamp is hot.