Текст песни Ак чэчэклэр - минус

White flowers, white springs?
Are there white hopes in the eyes?
He sought righteousness and sought righteousness
In what colors is Homer himself?

Taking the warmth of the soul from the white flowers
It was heartbreaking.
As white as white flowers
It was a pure fun city.

Fitted with the sweet word “life”
Who knows where the secret key is?
It is as if our life from the morning sky
Not as a drop of dew.

The crown of life, and bitter winds
Souls cry so much, why?
White flowers burn like stars
On evenings when the light of hope is extinguished.