Descended from heavens,

Like the miracle of miracles,

Oh such legs and feet
Aren't found in big numbers.
Not feeling the earth,
They float like ships
Oh, those legs and feet
Are never lonely in trips.
Oh legs, oh legs, oh feet and legs
As if they are two roads to happiness
[And were are your legs now?]
She doesn't need a gun to live,
She never heard a word negative
Wise men all the time look for ways
to unlock her secret, grasp her says.
Those, are gifts from nature, gifts of kismet,
Those, that men are given only for movement,
Here they are, our divine rulers,
And to them we are nothing but slaves.