The golden fires are a lot of
On the streets of the Saratov,
An idle guys are many,
And I love the married man.
Ah, too earlier he got the family
A sad story is.
I hid the love for me,
And for him much more.
I want to run,
Only he will appear -
And suddenly everything I mute,
It will be affected.
To see him I should not,
Afraid to please him.
The love I will cope alone,
And together we do not.
Drinking songs: And I love married - lyrics
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