Текст песни Канат Канака - Оборотень-День

Guldane Ahmetova

My lone werewolf-day,
Again, I appeal to you to speak.
You are not sick pupil doglyadel.
It is a mistake you were here not seen.

Now standing, must be across the river
invisible to the eye do not know.
Book maim shallow line.
And the path is closed to you (or ordered).

Only about you baked my lilacs.
It happened grief, and lilac withered.
Do not wait! Oh, werewolf-day,
lilac bequeathed to you live long!

Hvalimy me, many people
your blue color does the same.
You ice road blocked.
But you will find me always the signs!

Verse adscititious and then he is not to blame.
Have you walk up to the porch, sullying the threshold.
Closed door? You turn the key.
The keys did not fit? That's not the problem.

Mixed mind. What I'm talking about,
you are the mind and somewhere behind the back of the head.
In vain draft maim and armature
preschool half-forgotten language.

In fact, you invented me
and your idea is not affected.
Sitting with a candle often under the moon,
as you can see, I myself drive a nose.

2005