At the house of my heart, the mourning of my sorrow, the memory of him sitting in
the memory of the belt and the gun, the train of bullets, the tired Madebtion
at the head of the springs, in the valleys, the narrow roads
in those rainy nights, the chick of Nodon, the dark alleys of
La Lai Lai, Ach La Lai Lai Sleep, sleep the winter
bud
now behind the windows, on the layers, the cat is awake the
sound of the wheel The cart, the runaway foot, behind that wall is
La Lai Lai, Lala Lai is
warm to your father, he brings you souvenirs, the
horse foal saddle of gold, the bride of the desert, the fairy of the desert, the
bloody mane of Shira, on his shoulders, he fell upset
La Lai Lai with the pomegranate flower, the remnant
of your old father
who went to the mountains and the plains, went and did not return to me,
your captivity
for him is the moonlight of Yvonne, the partridge of the mountains
crying from sorrow
On the vault of boots and swords, the saddle of the old horse, woe
is left drowning in the mourning of
Lullaby Lai, Lullaby
Lay, sleep the lotus branch, sleep cute Mothers heart
for her white handkerchief, from the head of her hands, feather and the water danced
under the bridge, Moth did not sleep, head to the sun
Lullaby Lai, Ach Lullaby Lai
Babat Warm Shikara, Brings you souvenirs Horse butter
saddle gold, Bride of the desert
fairy Desert
Bloody Mane of Shira, on the shoulder Its falling, its going to be a big deal, its going to be a lot of fun for you
, its going to be a lot of fun.
