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 madebtor
at the head of the springs, in the valleys, the narrow roads
in those rainy nights, the chik chik nodon, the dark alleys of
La Lai Lai, Ach La Lai Lai,
sleep the quote and the salt, sleep the winter bud
now behind the windows, on the layers, the cat is awake
The wheel of the cart, the runaway foot, behind that wall is
Lala Lai Lai, Lala Lai is
warm to your father, he brings you souvenirs, the
foal of the golden saddle, the bride of the desert, the fairy of the desert, the
bloody mane of Shira, on his shoulders, he has fallen into trouble,
La Lai Lai of the pomegranate flower, the remnant
of your old father
who went to the mountains and the plains, went and did not come back,
your captivity
for him is the moonlight of Yvonne, the partridge of the mountains
cried From the grief
of 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 the pampered heart of the mother
for her white handkerchief, from the head of her hands, feather and the
dance of the water under the bridge, the moth did not sleep, the head of the sun
Lullaby Lai, Ach Lullaby Lai
Baba Warm Shikara, Souvenir brings you souvenirs of the
golden saddle horse foal, the bride of the desert
fairy of the
desert Blood Mane Shira, lying on her
shoulders, she is worried about
Lala Lai, Ach Lala Lai
Lai is hot for your father, Shikara, he will bring you souvenirs
