Текст песни Мурат Тхагалегов - За тебя колы мадам,душу дьяволу продам

Good all splendidly, so proud and beautiful,
What is it no sleep, no rest.
All relatives choose who you will steam
Who is beautiful and rich, if life is sweet.

Chorus: For you give the bride-price, selling soul to the devil,
And as if from heaven all to you pushes the devil.
For you give the bride-price, selling soul to the devil,
Let raging in the heart of blood, I need your love.

Without stones and wealth come to my kingdom,
And then, can still, you realize that the more expensively.
Thin silk - it is soft and eye - emeralds,
And love - is eternal, because it was going to be.

So as not to put obstacles for any award,
Happiness is our burning, so you are separated.
Heart pain flooded pulled like a magnet,
And attract the eye oceans favorite okay