Твоих рук родные объятья [Tvoikh ruk rodnyye obʺyatʹya] [English translation]

My dress is dear embraces of your arms.

My feelings since long ago live on a crucifix,

Are warmed up on lips in haste by passion.

My happiness is lively embraces of your arms.

A question to love is in your eyes.

Don’t say me not to cry.

You promised that love’s serious.

You’re my happiness, dear embraces.

My dress is dear embraces of your arms.

My feelings since long ago live on a crucifix,

Are warmed up on lips in haste by passion.

My happiness is lively embraces of your arms.

I crossed the line of no return.

I’ll fight for you till the end.

I won’t give up and won’t let go.

You’re my happiness, dear embraces.

My dress is dear embraces of your arms.

My feelings since long ago live on a crucifix,

Are warmed up on lips in haste by passion.

My happiness is lively embraces of your arms.

My happiness is lively embraces of your arms.

My feelings since long ago live on a crucifix.

Two happinesses are panting in haste within a house.

My dress is dear embraces of your arms.

My dress…