| In short, dad, big paw,
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| I decided to give a good pat to the son who had left the stage.
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| So it is necessary, tasks, shout do not shout,
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| Teach don't teach why whips always suffer.
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| Pokes his fists in the face, son, don't tell mom,
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| For the fact that here the tots have become enemies.
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| Inappropriately, I cursed you for five years,
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| Who taught you to wander around other people's huts.
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| So then so be it, how can I forget it,
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| While you were sitting there, we learned to howl like a wolf.
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| Answer me, tell me how much you could endure,
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| You know, but mother forgot how to sit.
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| From resentment, tears, you see, had views,
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| And now we have resentment, resentment.
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| Five years they extinguished the credits,
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| So that your buddies are not killed by bandits.
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| Well, I'm happy, but you're probably sick,
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| Once he allowed this in his parental home.
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| It's strange, because you remember the way to your native threshold,
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| You know how many times we turned to God.
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| They cursed, they cried, your life is a scribble,
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| Performances, fights, lies, long days in the dark.
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| Now it's too late to fight, go hug your mother,
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| She is tired of waiting, you hear waiting.
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| Over the years, the memory continues to hurt,
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| It pulls, it pulls, it pulls, it pulls.
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| The conscience burned with shame,
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| Water, water everywhere
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| Water is everywhere.
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| For years the memory continues to hurt
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| It pulls, it pulls, it pulls, it pulls.
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| The conscience burned with shame,
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| Water, water everywhere
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| Water everywhere water.
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| Father, I'm sorry, I know my words are just ice in yours,
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| My poems fly away, fly away
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| Know the flame of love is burning.
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| Karal, tearing his soul to shreds in the night
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| Thoughts about you lived your habits.
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| I saw streams in my dreams,
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| This mother was crying, the clouds were frowning.
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| Your gaze has already fallen, you see the body in pain,
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| Know I lived at night swallowing handfuls of salt.
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| Quietly, there is no thought in the heat,
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| I still hear crying, my heart aches.
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| You, your eyes, dreams,
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| Sweet shots here, deep inside.
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| I'm your blood in my chest, remember
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| Sitting on my knees, son, salting my eyes.
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| Father, I pray, bring back summer days, bright days
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| Father's trust, faithful rays in the eyes,
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| Lower the gray tones, remember the white days and nights.
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| Mom, you tear me from the inside,
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| Your warm heart visited loving.
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| I wanted to turn these words into a letter,
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| But water is everywhere...
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| Over the years, the memory continues to hurt,
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| It pulls, it pulls, it pulls, it pulls.
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| The conscience burned with shame,
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| Water, water everywhere
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| Water is everywhere.
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| For years the memory continues to hurt
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| It pulls, it pulls, it pulls, it pulls.
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| The conscience burned with shame,
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| Water, water everywhere
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| Water everywhere water.
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| Salty days, warm hands
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| Water everywhere water.
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| Nights are bitter, eyes are wet.
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| Water is everywhere.
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| Salty days, warm hands
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| Water everywhere water.
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| Nights are bitter, eyes are wet.
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| Water is everywhere.
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| Salty days, warm hands
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| Water everywhere water.
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| Nights are bitter, eyes are wet.
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| Water is everywhere.
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| Salty days, warm hands
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| Water everywhere water.
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| Water everywhere water
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| Water is everywhere... |