Текст песни Встреча рыбы - Невеста

I will be the most beautiful bride
There will be no skin whiter than mine.
The lips are redder and saltier too
Your whores don't have those.
I could pick up the light in the palm of my hand
And make a woman out of him,
But when I stand next to her
She will be a darker face.

My boy is crying, crying.
Gathers a tear to a tear
He has no more friends.
Knows my boy knows
What do I wear under the heart of the moon
And in the end, everything will go to her.

I will be the most beautiful bride
I will be the thinnest branch
In the winter garden of cooling apple trees,
Where only I am the color
You come in, you eat apples
And here you will remain a pale watchman,
Let yours quietly cry at home
Let a tear lie on his cheek.

My boy is crying, crying.
Gathers a tear to a tear
He has no more friends.
Knows my boy knows
What do I wear under the heart of the moon
And in the end, everything will go to her.

Told you not to look at the sun
I asked you: "do not look at the sun,
I told you: "do not look at the sun"
It ate your eyes.
I will return you the most childish happiness
Got my hand closer to my wrist
And I will give you a lot of my white blood
When your wife drinks all of yours.

My boy is crying, crying.
Gathers a tear to a tear
He has no more friends.
Knows my boy knows
What do I wear under the heart of the moon
And in the end, everything will go to her.