Текст песни Василя Фаттахова - Этиемэ

Be right to be fair
Your upbringing
That i live for you
Your burns

My father, my child,
Let them die
If you know, your pleasures
Of being a father
Both reprehensible and pleasant
Your father's views
Your expectations
I'm not black for life

My father, my child,
Let them die
If you know, your pleasures
Of being a father
No matter how hard you try
The living man is mine
I wish I had a support
Yours in the future

My father, my child,
Let them die
If you know, your pleasures
Of being a father