Текст песни Алексей Хвостенко - Дочь прокурора

The father of the prosecutor
Under parental guard
Daughter-beauty grew up
With a gold braid.
With blue eyes
There was a girl Nina
Like a proud father
And beautiful herself

She was eighteen
Didn't love anyone
And in vain guys
Were fond of her
Will not give a smile
Doesn't look right
And with some kind of contempt
Everything looks at people.

But one day at the dance
Lazy but nimble
Decently dressed to her
The boy came up.
Superstitious handsome man
From the underworld
He smiled at Nina
And he took him to the dance.

How much feeling there was
How much caress was there,
Thieves' love
Hot and strong.
But one day on Tuesday
Superstitious handsome man
He burned on the ban
And her and myself.

Here at the red table
Intoxicated with smoke
Prosecutor drinks water
A glass behind a glass.
And on the black bench
In the dock
His daughter Nina is sitting
And handsome Zhigan.

Goodbye he
I asked the refereeing,
Say goodbye to my wife
Young of her.
And their lips merged
In a single kiss
Only bitter tears
The prosecutor spilled.