Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Папа

My father was drunk,
He came in the morning
And my mother beat the whip,
I defended it
And cheeks received,
He was proud of the broken mouth.

It has been so many years,
Father is not with us too:
He served in a drunken brawl.
Calm and silent
I listened to my mother's howl
And the crunch of a carrot in the dog's teeth.

   Listen, honey, I did not think that
   Continue this nightmare will be you.
   The drunken day and your wine
   I drowned my dreams.

What a pity that we have to you,
That in addition to the bustle
I know the warmth of your lips.
You want to hug,
But again you
Sliding into the maelstrom of drunken dreams.

I see your fear,
But closing the circle,
I pass away in a shroud of rain.
Sad dripping tap,
Motor-dimensional sound
I know, too, an occasion for you.

   Listen, honey, I did not think that
   Continue this nightmare will be you.
   The drunken day and your wine
   I drowned my dreams.

   Look, dear, how long
   In the morning you will be below zero
   And your eyes shine as the blows of the whip,
   And the trembling in his fingers like a trap.