Текст песни Алекс Балыков - Наши дочки

The first flight to Moscow,
Somewhere three hours,
To drown in your eyes.
Dreams of cherished dreams come true there,
In the house where my love lives.
Leave the heart there
If you leave
To return to me home.
In this house, I know,
Will wait for me
For a farewell, failing by hand.

Our daughters at the window
Lean your palms
For sale smile
With tears in his eyes.
Two innocent angel,
Two my favorite daughters.
I hurry soon to return,
To tell about the main thing.
About the main thing to tell ...

Day after day, after year
Do not return back
Thousands of farewell and separation.
Every new turn
Forced me
Go back to the long journey.
Tightly hugging
To not forget
The smell of your silk hair.
I'll take my daughters
Well, how not to love them?
This is a rhetorical question.

Our daughters at the window,
Lead your palms.
For sale smile
With tears in his eyes.
Two innocent angel,
Two my favorite daughters.
I hurry soon to return,
To tell about the main thing.
About the main thing to tell ...
About the main thing to tell ...

On-on-on-on-on on-on-on-on-on

I hurry soon to return,
To tell about the main thing ...