Текст песни ВИА Ведьма - Подвиги

- Feat -
A boy carries his exploits Pope
Baby teeth, scrapes and lights.
Ships and aircraft.
His beloved woman.
His beautiful children.
He looks into the eyes.

A dad works late into the night,
And Dad lives napotom
And choose the most suitable day
For his "Well done, son."

A boy studying in difficult schools
He walks to the most bot- toms and thus tops
And climb further and higher
And the worse it can be seen
And rarely is at home
And makes it all the more grandiose

And a hero is now something called a "son"?

And now coming to an end all business and excuses
And it is clear that from such far he did not hear
(Yes, and not the voice of long ago)
And the last good day - it is today,
While he was still sitting in the chair
(The first hour of the night, it is high time to go).

And Dad sits next
He puts his hands on the shoulders
While the mother does not see her husband so -
Embarrassment and quiet.
And he says:
Son, I'm proud of you!

Men weep at such moments.
And breathe easier inside
And from such tepleyut eyes.

Because the secret of such a difficult issue to another.
The secret of this can not take to the grave.

The pride of a difficult issue to another
The pride of this terrifying want to share.