Текст песни Гора Нагибин - Снился отец

I so remember you and
The smell of pine needles and zhzhonoy Solarium
Bitter rich spicy tobacco
And the fresh frosty air

Visit me and to visit
You decided after all these years
Maybe you went the wrong way
In those places where now I do not have

The house in which you will not find me
Not dokrichishsya not spugnesh
You will pass only extra vёrsty
Even as a child okliknesh

You came in November Morning
As with the work went to the table
Full of boiling water
I brew us some tea cloudy

Turbidity was dark and smelled chagoy
I was bitter in his throat with tears
I nibbled sugar prikusku greedy
Under the feet of our dog running

Beam did not believe such a finding
And whining from smashing anguish
He's like a child bites my heels
Socks engaging teeth

You asked what is so
It happened twenty years ago,
What I dog antiquity whitewashed
I do not have time to catch up with you and your sister?

How unfortunate that this strange dream
In the dream, a rare where we are with you
Speaking autumn tea
Just sit at the same table

You remember swinging her legs
What do I send my greetings and my sister
And I'm sorry that I was there with you
And often sleep dopoludni

In a quiet sleep on the fair's hot
Once again, I'll come to you
I would not pass near the abyss stake
My son and daughter Grisha Lyubashka