Текст песни Михаил Круг - Браво,милая

I have called you my loss,
A fleeting luck bird.
But I like you believed in happiness.
Well as you know,
I want to say goodbye.

And let fraer one whom you cry,
Caressed by year of separation.
He will be delighted, not otherwise,
And raise may be at hand.

He breaks down in a warm word,
Potseluet- it means.
And to the grave lYabovyu
Will call you regularly.

Bravo, my dear, everything is very simple.
It is a pity the lost time, how much.
Why am I still looking at the stars,
Why are we so much kissing.

Do not scold yourself, went beautifully.
Life is pushed a little pampered.
To pull together for a moment, and separated.
In parting, not kissed.

Well, okay, that was- in the past.
I'm sorry, of course, again, I do.
Remember only one thing good.
Well, you big in general happiness!

And I sing!
I'm not sad!
Let the sad fraerok lucky
He shebutnoy (More a)
And I ... (And you're our Tver)
We Tver people simple but proud!

We Tver people simple but proud!