LYRICS

Since childhood I remember kazvashte dad,
from the source, daughter, drink at jam.
Now I understand, I have friends,
yet comfort at home go home.

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From the fountain drink on your knees,
and knees thanking,
as the best people to me,
are all happy my days.
Civet hair, and they do not cease
health and forces me to give.
In God I pray, I hope me alive,
hopefully forgive me for their hair gray.

Now my daughter sipping with delight,
the pure love of grandfather grandmother.
I know he loves me endlessly, but once
her heavily again in the spring run.

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