Текст песни Зухен Пи - Жизнь поделить

Why are you crying, bride?
Come on,
it's not me, it's a ripe autumn -
the last leaves say to the beat
dripping in the first days of October.

Beggar gatekeepers at the monastery
for a penny you have guessed to become your wife.
If I were more generous, they would have bewitched the king,
But now what it is, with a lame crooked soul,
my beloved.
All in me, a boat lost on the way.
It can be seen that the two of us will be able to swim across the sea.
You can't find something to share with each other.
You can only share your life.

Mother cries, does not let her sleep.
You sang ripe, but not for her.
The oncoming stranger beckoned for him.
So I was caught in bold pain.

Beggar gatekeepers at the monastery
for a penny you have guessed to become your wife.
If I were more generous, they would have bewitched the king,
But now what it is, with a lame crooked soul,
my beloved.
All in me, a boat lost on the way.
It can be seen that the two of us will be able to swim across the sea.
You can't find something to share with each other.
You can only share your life.