Текст песни Паша Юдин - Родителям

The chick flew out of the nest as soon as it grew up,
Such a fate - they grow up, they leave.
And you are left alone. Alone.
And the memory of the past worries more and more.

Tired hands will find work
A tired heart will not forget about us.
You spread your wings to your children,
The parental home will always be with us.

Chorus:
I want the sun to warm the gray whiskey
So that winter does not freeze the soul, does not touch the heart.
My gold, my dear ones,
You carried us in your arms from childhood.

The turn will come and my children,
They will leave the house on their own way.
God grant that they do not fall on the way,
So that I warm them with your love.

Chorus (x2)

My gold, my dear ones,
You carried us from childhood in your arms.
I want the sun to warm the gray whiskey
So that winter does not freeze the soul, does not touch the heart.

My dear, my dear ones ...