He and she are like light and shadow,
He and she are night and day,
He and she, past all the people,
The Almighty gave them happiness, believe
me.
He and she, with a paintbrush on the canvas,
He and she, happiness in silence,
He and she, he and she,
To keep the hearth and hear the laughter of children...
I light the smoking pipe, I answer rudely,
I'm sorry, my dear, it's like being in a nuthouse at work.
I took coffee from the Turks, put a coffee turk on the stove,
I'll have you instead of sugar, you are my sweet
texture.
I pray to God to give us children,
More happiness and less quarrels,
I'm inadequate, I know, forgive me for that,
You are my princess, you are my bright ray of light!
I am your black-browed chechik, your romantic and bully.
You are my sweet little order, I am your rough farce!
You are my Southern city of the sea, I am the mountain Almaty,
You are my world, you are my peace, and I am pure vanity.
Ta-ta-ta, tra-tra-ta,
You are my muse, yes, and I am a rude simplicity,
And if to be short and clear: you are the one
Exactly the one
He and she are like light and shadow,
He and she are night and day,
He and she, past all the people,
The Almighty gave them happiness, believe
me.
He and she, with a paintbrush on the canvas,
He and she, happiness in silence,
He and she, he and she,
To keep the hearth and hear the laughter of children...
He and she are like light and shadow,
He and she are night and day,
He and she, past all the people,
The Almighty gave them happiness, believe
me.
He and she, with a paintbrush on the canvas,
He and she, happiness in silence,
He and she, he and she,
To keep the hearth and hear the laughter of children...