Текст песни Раллия - Жаным ай

Giving life strength,
"My soul," he cried.
Picking the best of flowers,
You are dedicated.

Feel the taste of happiness,
The garden of my senses,
Everything for the world,
The precious half.

Chorus:
The moon, the moon of my soul,
The moon is burning.
It's like a garden.
The moon, the moon of my soul,
I always say.
The moon is like a precious half-cart.

I miss you when I cry,
Thank goodness.
My favorite garden,
You are my love

Preserve the charm of love,
I dedicate it to you.
He stroked my cheek,
Remember the day.

Chorus