Текст песни Собаки Качалова - Яратам

YARATAM

Oh, what if not evening outside your window -
Mom keeps you at home under lock and key.
I'm catching my luck
You don't go out -
I stand and cry
On the river bank.

Spring will come and the snow will melt
You and I will go along this river,
We will not do anything
We hold in our hands
And the horses will catch up - people
We will not be captured like this

But I love you,
I want you,
Like a buffet
Your Crimean Khan,
Ay-ya-yaratam

The moon will be here too long
Somewhere wolves are crying, spring is not coming,
You suddenly came running
I forgot about everything
You and I left here
Only the trail is gone.

Today mom is crying at home outside the window,
And she is waiting for her daughter with her son at a large table,
Spring will come
And the snow will melt
We will visit you
Climbing up the river

But I love you,
I want you,
Like a buffet
Your Crimean Khan,
Ay-ya-yaratam