Текст песни Олег Газманов - Дочка моя

My life vagrant
With troubles, good luck
Presses monotone weight problems
As the press.

I did not expect to
Somehow I do not believe
In what angel come down to me
From heaven.

Chorus:
Docha docha docha-daughter
Night, night, night-night but
I'm afraid your breath
Flush out your dream.

Years, years, years roll
You you change their dresses
I'm from year to year in a new
In love with you.

Angel wakes up
Quietly smiling
The whole universe revolves
Around it
Small Pleasures
Bows and sweets
Unusually pour into my life,
As a trickle.
 

Chorus.

To press my heart I
Gentle creature
A world in which the smell of your home
With me.

Chorus.