Текст песни Вахид Аюбов - Милое дитя

Yes, we met with you in vain -
Out of the way , we , dear child ,
Do not get close to us joy odnoyu ,
Thy can not become my pain .

And it needed the enchanting trills ,
Heat and light , wide sky ,
Need flowers, she needs a life without purpose,
Without gloomy thoughts , sorrows and worries.

In the fall of another appointment -
She let the thorns and not garlands of roses ,
Struggle and work, courage and patience -
In her every move - a painful question .

Yes, we met with you in vain -
Out of the way , we , dear child ,
Do not get close to us joy odnoyu ,
No way, no way, we - sorry.