Текст песни Вахид Аюбов - Милое дитя

Yes, we have met with you in vain -
Not on the way to us , dear child ,
Do not get close to us joy odnoyu ,
Thy can not become my pain .

And it needed the enchanting trills,
Heat and light , wide sky ,
Need flowers, she needs a life without a purpose ,
No gloomy thoughts , sorrows and worries.

In the fall of another appointment -
She let the spikes rather than garland of roses ,
The struggle and work, courage and patience -
In her every step - a painful question .

Yes, we have met with you in vain -
Not on the way to us , dear child ,
Do not get close to us joy odnoyu ,
Not on the road is not the path we - sorry.