Braided river in braids ,
Yes, on the morning dew
Young ran away ,
About love , I did not know ,
Braided river in braids ,
At -a , but on the morning dew .
And I do not know how it happened ,
I soon fell in love only ,
At night I spit rasplela ,
Goodbye, my darling ,
At night I spit rasplela ,
Mom, the bird flew away into the sky .
Pick me , pick me,
Pick me , pick me,
Pick me , pick me,
Choose me
Now it's your I
Not born beautiful, and happy.
Now it's your I
Not born beautiful, and loved.
Now it's your I
Not born beautiful, and happy.
Now it's your I
Not born beautiful, and loved.
What do I do , I do not know.
Became a mom, I another .
Do not scold me , do not,
I , too, will soon become a mother .
Braided river in braids ,
Mom , but on the morning dew .
Not born beautiful, and happy.
Now it's your I
Not born beautiful, and loved.
Now it's your I
Not born beautiful, and happy.
Now it's your I
Not born beautiful, and loved.