Марина Александрова - сестра-сестрёнка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We are connected with the blood and fate,

I was born to my sister, you became my sister.

Only the youth managed to melt the lights, and our old old people turned gray.

Chorus: Two strings, sister-sister, will merge.

As in the sea of ​​life, two waves, easy and loudly.

Ah, this life is not a draft in a subtle notebook, the handsome is every moment of a sister-sister. And the sun shone for us, and I beat the hail,

Either happiness came, then fifty back.

They shared in life our luck and misfortune, forgetting who is called the elder, who is the younger sister.

Chorus. Loss. But again, the sun shines on the streets of spring, our children grow up, and we are older with them. And life rushes in a circle with a prickly breeze, when a sister is a friend, all the winds are nothing.

Chorus. Ah, this life is not a draft in a subtle notebook, the handsome is every moment of a sister-sister.

Chorus. The loss is short. Ah, this life is not a draft in a subtle notebook, the chill is every moment of a sister-sister. The callus is every moment sister-sister.