Текст песни КАZКА - СВЯТА

Made cute soap from glass
 Yes, she let in ...
It hurt then to shelter him
 To the body ...
But who avoids the pain? -
The one who switches off the filters,
He kisses and then asks
Oh, how sweet my sweetheart is,
Don't ask again!

Refrain:
Oh, mom, on holidays
 I was not a holiday ...
Oh, mom, on holidays
 I was not a holiday ...

Oh, mom, on holidays
 I was not a holiday ...
Oh, mom, on holidays
 I was not a holiday ...

She let in a sweet little soap,
And the other - got caught.
It hurt before the cold,
And then - let go ...
Winter is the way it works:
Under the snow in a dress and dance
 And you don't ask, but you kiss,
Oh, how sweet my sweetheart is,
Don't ask again!

Refrain:
Oh, mom, on holidays
 I was not a holiday ...
Oh, mom, on holidays
 I was not a holiday ...

Sweet ... Sweet ...
Sweet ... Sweet ...

Oh, my mom asks,
Where has it been so long
Honey, Honey? ..
Oh, playing, Mom,
White wine wine,
Sweet, sweet ...
I was running on the rooftops,
In the sky with the lovely fell,
And in the morning she cried,
Because it was so little sweet ...

Refrain:
Oh, mom, on holidays
 I was not a holiday ...
Oh, mom, on holidays
 I was not a holiday ...

Sweet ... Sweet ...
Sweet ... Sweet ...