Текст песни Габдельфат Сафин - Арча тавы

Arca, they say, Arca, they say,
Arca in the high mountains.
Fate is the children of men
Wherever you go.

The juniper is beautiful
Apparently in the pale mornings.
The flower of love never,
In souls that do not breathe in love

From the high mountains of Arca,
I will not go before them,
Let the winds of life make a difference,
From the shores of their shores.