Текст песни Трофим - Мой отец сошел с ума

My father has gone mad
Of unspoken pain
What tormented and tormented for years.
He's eager to die
At dawn in an open field,
And doctors treated alcoholic delirium.
My father has gone mad
Once quiet, but in Russian,
Guzzle themselves without memory of five years,
And baptized soul
Shadow becomes dull,
And melt, melt, melted, melted
God's lamps light ..

My father - a simple man
With his head but with his hands,
On such held Russian land,
Do not fit into this life,
Where are tearing each other canines,
And gray demons ruled at the helm.
My father has gone mad,
It can be seen vybolel soul,
From the fact that there was no truth and no.
A holy fool Russia
Heart-rending howls at night,
And melting, melting, melting
God's lamps light ..