Текст песни Тамара Гварцители - Дочери

And when - someday - like water
And you will be pulled - in the eternal path,
Justify the snake breed:
Home - me - my poems - forget.

Know one thing: that tomorrow you will be old.
Drink wine, rule three, sing at Yar,
Be a blue-eyed gypsy
Know one thing: no one is your match -
And throw yourself on everyone's chest.

Ah, the Parisian boulevards are burning!
(You see - millions of eyes!)
Ah, the Madrid guitars are thundering!
(I wrote about them - so many times!)

Know one thing: your eyes are wide from the heat,
(The sails are inflated - good journey!)
Know one thing: that tomorrow you will be old
Forget the rest, baby.