Текст песни Трофим - Мой отец сошел с ума

My father has gone mad
Of unspoken pain
What tormented and tormented for years.
He's eager to die
At dawn in an open field ,
And doctors treated alcoholic delirium.
My father has gone mad
Once quiet , but in Russian ,
Guzzle themselves without memory of five years ,
And baptized soul
Shadow becomes dull,
And melt , melt , melted , melted
God's lamps light ..

My father - a simple man
With his head but with his hands,
On such held Russian land,
Do not fit into this life ,
Where are tearing each other canines ,
And gray demons ruled at the helm.
My father has gone mad ,
It can be seen vybolel soul ,
From the fact that there was no truth and no.
A holy fool Russia
Heart-rending howls at night ,
And melting, melting, melting
God's lamps light ..