Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Доченьки

I bred angelyata,
We wound up in broad daylight.
All of which I laughed once,
Everything is now delights me!

I lived noisy and fun, I confess,
But his wife tidied up everything to the hands,
Completely ignoring me
I have two daughters she bore.

I was against it. Begin diapers ...
Why complicate your life?
But I climbed in the heart of the girls,
As kittens in someone else's bed!

And now with new meaning and purpose
I'm like a bird, with its twist
And sometimes over their cradle
Yourself surprised sing:

Daughter, daughter,
My daughter!
Where are you, my night but,
Where are you, nightingales? ..

Many Russian and sun light
It will be in the life of my little daughters.
And most importantly - it
That homeland is theirs!

Will the house. There is a lot of toys.
We hang on the Christmas tree star.
I'm what some good old women
Especially notorious for them.

To Russian songs they sang,
To wove tales at night,
To quiet rustling of the year,
To forget the childhood could not.

However, I grow old a little,
But the soul will be young, they are!
And I will ask the good God,
To extend my sinful days.

Grow Daughter,
My daughter ...
Will they have the night but,
Will the nightingales!

A closed little daughter
Ochenki mine,
I will sing to the cemetery
Those nightingales!

1943
Moscow