Текст песни Гульнур Сатылганова - Арзу

I look at your face with thought,
Your playful eyes are precious.
Missing oppression makes jaundice,
I choose something special.

Chorus:
The disease hit the heart like a bullet,
Your eyes are burning.
How many souls are worth to me,
But I love no one but you.

I miss you so much,
I sing my love as a victim.
Like a tree that grows along the way,
I'm tired of waiting

Chorus:

Think of my dear soul,
Be beside me like a blazing fire
Otherwise, life will be like paint,
I have a lot of dreams to pass without you.