Текст песни Вячеслав Малежик - Изабелла

On your talkative street, Isabella
Fed the sky pigeons with white snow
So pour - do not be sorry - the time of sinful nights has arrived,
Let’s drink the cup to the bottom, there’s no more hopper than Isabella’s wine.

You yourself are like tart wine Isabella,
For the fun of this, the taste has long ripened,
So pour - do not be sorry - the time of sinful nights has arrived,
Let's drink the cup to the bottom of the witching wine Isabella.

Isabella - so pour it - do not regret it.
Isabel.
Time of sinful nights
Arrived in time
Let's drink the cup to the bottom.
Isabel.
No more hoppy wine.