Текст песни Елена Игнатова - Любовница.

As we get -
All trouble!
Be to you mistress
I always.
I like an apple
on the palm
I'm with you like a butterfly
on fire.

That we will not remember -
All is not true!
In the pure field Wolnitsa -
hundred roads
In the pure field of the wind to me
do not catch up
For love answer me
Do not find out.

Where we will meet -
Solva,
Nor wife nor kissar
not to be -
I like an apple
on the palm
I'm with you like a butterfly
on fire ...