Текст песни Маклаков Алексей - Песня о сыне

Verse 1:
My son, my best friend, my reward,
Do not rush to grow beyond his years
After the first lights of the male gaze
From the sparkle in the eyes of childishness

Chorus:
In the meantime, let's you and I play football,
Giving each other precisely and only perёd.
I have my half of the field has moved,
Well, you start to play the son of the gate.

Verse 2:
You shave your first bristles
And skin burns Pierre Cardin.
The fact that you're not a boy, and the man
You tell the wind of change.

Chorus: (2 times)
In the meantime, let's you and I play football,
Giving each other precisely and only perёd.
I have my half of the field has moved,
Well, you start to play the son of the gate.