Текст песни Мурат Тхагалегов - За тебя колы мадам,душу дьяволу продам

Good all splendidly, so proud and beautiful,
What is it no sleep, no rest.
All relatives choose who you will couple
Who is handsome and rich, that life will be sweeter.

Chorus: For you give the bride-price, selling soul to the devil,
And as if from heaven to all of you pushing a demon.
For you will give the bride-price, selling soul to the devil,
Let raging in the heart of blood, I need your love.

Without stones and wealth come to my kingdom,
And then, it may still, you will understand that expensive.
Thin silk - a tenderness and eyes - emeralds,
And love - is eternal, because it was going to be.

Not to put obstacles for any awards,
Burning our happiness, but you and I are separated.
Heart pain flooded pulled like a magnet,
And involve the oceans favorite eye, okay