Текст песни Айжамал Кабылова - Махабат

When I miss being beaten,
When you are anxious,
Love is a big river,
It flows to you.
My dear evening,
When I despair,
The image before my eyes,
Take into account the hobby.

Chorus:
Seductive love,
He is a hundred years old.
Without it man cannot live,
The beauty of youth,
Flame, fire!
Terebel also laughs,
One tends to say that to you.
Sing along to it,
The nightingale sings,
It explodes.

Like a pillar of life,
As a teenager,
Pure,
Worthy man waited.
As a gift of goodness,
The same applies to all,
As expected, wrote spring,
Who Doesn't Expect Love?