Текст песни МЕДЬ - Рукавички

Where water like a tear, wind like a song
Low frost, ush, yes alcohol
I go barefoot, and on the hands of mittens
Behind one travel, run behind the star

I go on the steppe, my dear satisfied
And in the circle, do not soul, shout do not cry
Oh, thanks father, that brought me free
Oh, thank you mother that gave birth to me

I go on the steppe, not young and not old
What is waiting for ahead there is not seeing zgi
I go barefoot, and on the hands of mittens
Behind one travel, run behind the star

I go on tears and drink this moisture
Probably she excites love
And so I still smile
And for this, I will sometimes drink

And when I take her to my mittens,
Look at her eyes and say - Cal Kalay?
Fly, fly away, and remember me a bird
And when I die, this song is played.