Текст песни Nasiba Abdullaeva - Kucelere su sepmishem

Splashing water onto the streets,
No dust when spring comes
Let it come, let it go,
No words between us.

I set fire to the samovar.
I overcame my desire.
I was half gone and left alone.
How dear tomorrow, dear
How sweet tomorrow.

The cups are on the shelf
Each is on one side
I haven't seen it for a week
What a beautiful morning,
How sweet tomorrow.

It is necessary to poll the street,
In order to pollinate more closely.
A friend will come, then he will leave,
In order not to be interpreted.

Samovar shumit-kipit.
Pour into cups of tea.
My beloved is gone.
And my soul hurts.
Sweet all my favorite,
Unsightly, golden.

I cleaned the glass,
Pereterla, as he could
Dear
I waited a week.
Sweet all my favorite,
Unsightly, golden.