Текст песни Аль-Бус - Тайна Цвета Апельсина

Dear mother, do not be angry at his son,
It plays something, but not self-indulgence,
I have a secret son of color orange,
Or even the sun, the sun itself.
I have a secret son of color orange,
Or even the sun, the sun itself.

I find it easy and simple to get into the aspen,
To overcome jackals one and all.
I have a secret color orange,
Or even the sun, the sun itself.
I have a secret color orange,
Or even the sun, the sun itself.

I'm burning, blazing hotter than kerosene,
I would saw nothing more,
With this sweet mystery of color orange,
Or even the sun, the sun itself.
With this sweet secret of color orange,
Or even the sun, the sun itself.