Текст песни Zulal - Ari Im Soxak

Come, my onion, let our garden,

Bring sleep to my son's eyes.

But she is crying. you, onion, do not come.

My son does not want to become a master.

 

Come on, monk, let the grass and the pasture,

Orore, my son, you long for sleep.

But she is crying. you, little boy, don't come,

My son doesn't want to become a monk.

 

Let yourself, turtle, your kid and the nest,

Bring my sweet baby to Vuvuov.

But she's crying, daddy, don't come,

My son doesn't want to become a mogul.

 

Let it hunt, come on, brave goat,

Your son might like my son ..

When Baze came, my son was silenced,

He slept with the sound of the songs of the army.