Текст песни Мубай - Син - гомер агышларым

The waters of the flood,
That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there.
The act left traces on our snow,
If the act is crying, the traces they put together ...

You are the stream of my life,
You are my grief,
You are my land of joy,
My losses and gains,
You are my sorrows.

It's snowing again,
Everything is under the remaining colored snow.
The waters flow, the months flow, the years flow.
I see you in terms of months and years.

You are my sorrow ...