Любимый мой - Сынок - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Well, what, folder, read the beginning to download boys. :)

When you glue the deeds, you take soft on the lid,

When two steps from the cliff, and then divide the chips.

And the kids are at home. I know, brother.

Move more neat. Excess risk is too much.

The new concerns are gaining momentum, finally at home,

As if I had not been here for many years. A nipple instead of an iPod, with a stroller to the transition.

Now I definitely do not climb into the water without knowing the ford.

I haven't climbed the area for so long on foot, figure out -

By sobriety, he went around all the surroundings.

These smiles, facial expressions and bouts of the fun of anyone will make you laugh even without the action of the potion.

But sometimes, sometimes, you are left alone, and the load comes with the tension of your father’s wrinkles.

And if there is such an initiative, then scream with happiness.

There are several reasons to join the world of serious men:

One of them is to push your last name to the masses,

Everything will be even, warm and not dusty at home.

You will become a guardian father: campaigns, a birdhouse flying a snake, and for yourself (Cheto there) of course.

Around the horse, a ball, a train, cubes of a machine, snowflakes are painted on the wallpaper.

Ask anything, the harsh world of your feet. After all, you are alone with me - my little son.

Read between the lines: finish what I could not.

You and I are by the source, God is with us: the world is not so bad. (x3)

We must try to make a sense from the child.

Away from hell, there is no wars and on fear of a bolt.

The release of large ambitions is better in the hands of a tint, you need to rotate everything yourself, and not spin around.

They will flicker faces, grin under the mask of a clown. Who is he, this clown, and why is his eyes to the side?

You will understand everything over time, it is numb, son.

It is better to do your own, and not beg, bowing to Tyn.

And do not try to be worse than it is. Closer to the shore.

Three parts merged into one - I will save it.

Now together we can more, we will become stronger.

You are stronger, and time flies like a candle smolders.

I will do everything that was, what I was deprived of.

The crown is useless, it's still closer to the hood.

There is little time, exhausted, very tired,

But the letters are dancing again on the surface of the sheet.

Conceptions, studio, trains, planes-so fly years, and someone is waiting for someone at home.

Something smolders in the ashtray, in my hands the same photo, again in separation I meet the sunset at sunrise.

Sunrise for sunset flies with a roll, and a couple of sad eyes awaits the ringing of keys, what would shout: "Dad!"

And this moment is the best reward for the fact that I was here once ..

Read between the lines: (grow son), finish what I could not (the son of my son).

You and I are by the source, God is with us: the world is not so bad. (another breath) (2x)