Текст песни Арсен Абдуллаев - Промокший рай

1st:
The rains tightened
Threw me
By drops.

I'm locked up again -
In your heavenly eyes
I'm swimming.

Let your palms
Do not caress me -
Must wait.

In the labyrinths of love
Lost again, -
It should be like that.

Chorus:

Not in gray clouds
And not in the fires of hell
We can't bind a shower.

And not in the gardens of paradise,
And not in the gloomy steppes
Don't sing a serenade.

In your tender lips
Let not my lips -
I can handle it.

I didn't find love
Weakened, fell
And hid again.

2nd:
It rains again
And the fog spreads
Through the steppes.

And the flowers wilted
In the marvelous paradise gardens
On the branches.

The Sirin bird called
Brought on sorrow
Paradise.

All our Iriy wilted
And not for us, just now,
Paradise is forged.

Chorus:

Not in gray clouds
And not in the fires of hell
We can't bind a shower.

And not in the gardens of paradise,
And not in the gloomy steppes
Don't sing a serenade.

In your tender lips
Let not my lips -
I can handle it.

I found love again
Exhausted, he fell.
She hid.