Текст песни ВИА Ариэль - Арарат

Not in childhood was not given the letter "P",
And my mom I worked very much.
She put Pope as an example,
And I repeated with him from morning to night.

Chorus:
On Mount Ararat
Ripen red grapes.
Ara-Ara-Ararat
Ripen red grapes.
Ara-Ara-Ararat
Ripen red grapes.

And happiness passed by the party,
Cartville, alas, my bride.
And we did not kiss under the moon,
And before dawn, it was told together.

Chorus.

But the consolation has become a son for us,
After all, he probably with my wife as a reward.
Not the word "mother" for the first time
And clearly said, as on the parade.

Chorus.