Текст песни Полад Бюльбюль-оглы, Ирина Понаровская - Дуэт Телли и Теймура

- What a pity I'm not a breeze,
You would have touched the cheeks.
- But the breeze would hardly have been able
Be faithful to me
Be faithful to me
How are you, my dear.
- How I envy the beam,
He is to your head shoulder.
- The beam is gentle, yes, but I whisper:
Your hand your hand
Gentle, my dear.
Our love is a flower among the snow,
Snow after all never understand
What melts.
But for the spring flower, snow will sweat,
And without spring, after all, never
Flowers do not flourish.

Poems Alexey Didurova, Music Polad Bulbul-oglu