Текст песни Ефрем Амирамов - Дилемма

So life is not always bloomed,
Thoughts feelings melt.
And a woman passed by,
What kind of dream.
And a woman passed by,
What kind of dream.

And I wanted to go to her,
For a fragment of happiness.
And it is difficult to remove the soul,
Before the fear of passion.
And it is difficult to remove the soul,
Before the fear of passion.

Pouring days dirty water,
On the soul hlopochesh.
And sometimes you want to live,
And you do not want to sin.
And sometimes you want to live,
And you do not want to sin.

And who knows in advance,
Well, for God's sake.
A year or two and youth will be held,
Just be patient.
A year or two and youth will be held,
Ah, a little patience.