Текст песни Задумка - Руки женщины

This world is so strange
All run, somewhere in a hurry
I look at mom's hands as they swing mlysha
Why these hands how many times with tears in his eyes smohnuv
We never did not know boredom nobody did evil

Golden hands, hands of women
This hand we are healed
Etmi hand written story

About good and evil, peace on earth
Bread on the table of honor, conscience. 2 times

I bring flowers, roses, and bestow not a holiday as well,
I know you love mimosa,
Say you that this is a trifle.
And I give you more tenderness
And I want this to be like you
Save this same freshness
These hands, you're a woman

Woman's hands is holy
they are not afraid of the wind gusts
It is no coincidence they are golden
Woman's hands wisdom of the ages