Текст песни МИЛЭШЛЭРЕМ - Алсу Хисамиева

The squirrels in front of the house,
The desire to understand,
Calls to release
A heart full of mourning.

My darlings, my darlings,
You are my comrades.
From the sorrows of the heart
Not my tears.

In difficult moments
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My darlings, my darlings,
You are my comrades.
From the sorrows of the heart
Not my tears.

My nipples are shaking
In the morning breezes.
My sorrows will end, my liver,
When you return to your homeland.

My darlings, my darlings,
You are my comrades.
From the sorrows of the heart
Not my tears.