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Am E Am
My father has gone mad
      Dm E
From unspoken pain
       Dm G
What tormented and tormented for many years.
         C A7
He's eager to die
        A Dm
At dawn in an open field,
      Dm E
And doctors treated an alcoholic delirium.

         Am E Am
   My father has gone mad
           Dm E
   Once quiet, but in Russian.
         Dm G
   I guzzle themselves without memory of five years
         C A7 A
   And baptized soul becomes dim shadow,
      Dm Am
   And melt, melt, melted, melted
     E Am
   God's light the lamps.

My father - a simple man
On the head, but with his hands.
In such held Russian land.
I do not fit into this life,
Where tearing each other canines,
And gray demons ruled at the helm.

   My father has gone mad -
   It can be seen vybolel soul
   Because the truth was not there.
   A holy fool Russ heart-rending howls at night,
   And it melts, melts, melts, melts
   God's light the lamps.