Текст песни Марк Фрейдкин - Песня про отца

If there was a father alive,
I would call him home
And, probably asked:
"Are you jumping and hill?
How's it going? Where was that who drank? "

And my father would answer like this:
"How do you interpret my father, jigsaw?
However, what to take you?
Come in, let's give to shout -
Well, I suppose, without a spear again? "

And I would come to the house to your father.
He would warm me the soup
and from dried sprat
would do a sandwich
And I would say: "Come, swallow!"

I would wins everything, Smallol
And I would say: "Well, I went!
And the Suppet was good! "
And my father would: "Well,
You want to eat, you will come again. "

I would come out, smoke "haze",
Would Mart Il april in juice
And woven b star
on birch curve,
If a father would be
alive.