Текст песни ПЕТЛЮРА - Дочь прокурора

Am E E7 Am
There's a family prosecutor in the serene delight,
                 Dm G C Am
Lived daughter - pretty woman with blond braid
                Dm Am
As a father, proud and beautiful themselves,
             E7 Am
With blue eyes and an open mind.

She was eighteen, no one is available,
Vain guys are addicted to it -
Do not look, do not give a smile?
And with some scorn all looking at guys.

But one day at a dance proud and quick,
To her smartly dressed young fellow came -
Handsome proud of the underworld,
Bowed to her feet and took with him.

There was a lot of vodka, it was a lot of fun,
Only suddenly somehow sad boy:
Nothing he does not want anything does not want
Only the body of beauty, but only vodka drinks.

But the fate of thieves often change:
That prison, the freedom, the camp again ...
And one Monday evening in the rainy,
He slept on the ball, and her and himself.

There for red table bamboozled smoke
For a glass of water, drink a glass of Attorney
And on a black bench on the dock,
Daughter sitting beauty and a young thief.

He asked his wife to say goodbye to freedom,
Say goodbye to his wife one night only,
His father agreed, with tears, \ 2 times.
After all, did not think his father that the daughter will judge ..