Текст песни Андрей Ковалев - Про отца

Sorry late in life we ​​are given to understand,
As a young man we happen are cruel.
Words spoken back to us not to take.
And the fate of feedback is no road.

We think that you can do everything.
What is better than our loved ones we all know.
And begin to bitterly regret
Then, one day when they lose.

 
Chorus:

Dad, time is the best teacher.
Daddy, do not forget your eyes.
Dad, your tears I could not see.
That I have offended you, I realized just now.

I'm sorry I did not understand then,
As of insults your heart ached.
And your soul is at least sometimes,
Wanted the warmth of my warm up.

To shiver in his fists, hoarse,
To thee pluck memory back.
I realized that the world is only you,
Loved me so sincerely and faithfully.