Текст песни Ильсур Мустафин - Юкэлэр

My lungs are in bloom
My village is buried in good memories,
Not to mention the beautiful summer,
Fire you, fire to my kind of heart.
Not to mention the beautiful summer,
Fire you, fire to my kind of heart.

Like my lizards, the noise is blooming
Let my heart be buried,
A sorrowful world will open from pure love
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!
A sorrowful world will open from pure love
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!

My lungs are in bloom
My village is buried in good memories,
Decorating with flowers in May
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!