Текст песни Александр Маршал - про отца

Let's have a drink of vodka Dad
We have a little bit more left
Let maple swinging above us
We nalem and repeat
Let's have a drink of vodka Dad
And zahmeleem somewhere a little
And then quietly sit
And Dad just keep quiet
I'm sorry that I so rarely
You go to see over the years
I'm sorry that our meeting
All the time once on the run
A maple-each time in the spring
Foliage green blooms
As a child smells of lilac
And also all the cherry blossoms
Dad's Dad saw each other
Sorry so late
It is a pity that previously could not
Dad's Dad saw each other
And in response to the wind
Well hello son
Let's again recall Dad
Your friends in the squadron
Those who did not come back one day
Do not short of a little home
And how many years of the Flight jacket
What's with you and I were
From fine dark brown leather
You have not bought another
Let's have a drink of vodka Dad
During the time of your spirited
For that your Big Sky
In which you lived as a bird
For such a hard life
For your Dad generation
For that you burned and believed
I hoped and as he loved
Dad's Dad saw each other
Sorry so late
It is a pity that previously could not
Dad's Dad saw each other
And in response to the wind
Well hello son
Dad's Dad saw each other
Sorry so late
It is a pity that previously could not
Dad's Dad saw each other
And in response to the wind
Well hello son