Текст песни Светлана Копылова - Гвозди

yl man, irascible to the limit,
He was young, and that his father
He said that he, when you do not keep anger
Hammered to a fence post in a long nail.

First post pierced nails
Several dozen every day,
Then less and less, and once all
He has not touched the fence with a hammer.

His father gave different tasks:
Once again he will be able to contain the anger,
For every victory over them -
One now they rip.

And then came the day when the fence
He did not find a single nail,
And the son said, pleased by itself:
-Look, My father, I won it!

Anger defeated, and the father is more important,
The post, which became full of holes from nails,
And said he said that in anger -
Nails may be sharp iron.

And the fence is no longer new,
So in the heart of the scars, as if the nails,
From rough contemptuous words