Текст песни Кисонька,ты самая любимая и лучшая на всем свете - Драгоценная ты моя женщина

Enchanted , bewitched ,
With the wind in a field once to get married ,
All you seem to be locked up in shackles ,
Precious you my woman !

Neither gay nor sad .
As if descended from the dark sky ,
You and the song of my wedding ,
And the star you're my crazy .

I tend to over your knees .
Obmnimu them with a violent force.
And tears and poems
Anneal you bitter sweet .

What will be added - will not be lowered
That will not come true - will be forgotten ..
Why are you crying , my beauty ?
Or is it just fancies !

Enchanted , bewitched ,
With the wind in a field once to get married ,
All you seem to be locked up in shackles ,
Precious you are my woman