Текст песни БАХТАЛЭ РОМА - МЭ ТИЛИ красавица

You have a glass in my hands, I have a glass in my hands
The song is bottled
What before you did not know
What you were looking for all my life
It is called happiness

About the road far
About the eyes sad
About separation and boredom
I stretch you hand
I ask you to sleep with me
I ask do not argue with me
I know you like
I'm your beauty
Loss
About the road far
About the eyes sad
About separation and boredom
I stretch you hand
I ask you to sleep with me
I ask do not argue with me
I know you like
I'm your beauty