Текст песни Торегали Тореали - Сагыныш

The falcon flew like a bird,
My song ended later.
Nostalgia is an old disease,
It would be a successful treatment.

There is also anxiety,
Know that the cure is remorse.
Make music and sing
Windy night air.

The soul is closed,
I know I'm exhausted.
The light in front of the window,
Darkness beyond light.

In the middle of a dark night
Your black hair is shed,
You thought too much,
Giving in to endless pain;

Whitening and whitening,
Take it off and write me everything.
I received a happy letter,
Waxed like a candle.

Look in the mirror
Unexpected feeling, surprise:
Between light and darkness
That's half the time