Текст песни Резеда Ахметшина - Бала йорто

1. A child's home is like a cake
Now I feel mine
We did not see the fathers
We are a shield child to them now.

2. We also have breast milk
We grew up safe and sound
In the warm words of my child
We are unlucky to hear that.

3. Instead of saying ten
The word sister is pleasant to us
That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there
Tugel we, we are to blame for this.

4. That Mangaena wrote something
It is said that he was afraid
The babies were so creative
Don't give up.