Текст песни Вахтанг Кикабидзе - Сон

With the birth of my son, I have strange dreams
as if my deceased father returned from the war
my father is younger than me, but my grandfather is in a new way
He enters the apartment, dressed in a soldier's uniform

Behind the curtain, a young moon floats in the clouds
My dead father stands silently at the window
Then leans over the bed with a distant dream
He looks at his grandson, covering the stubble with his hand

He looks at his grandson that he looks like him and me
And silently he strokes the painted horse with his hand
He leafs through books, where fairy tales rise from the pages
And he also silently wipes tears from his eyelashes

Staple across the parquet floor in his broken boots
After all, he is a front-line soldier - he cannot walk on his toes
"Where are you going? - I whisper, - where?" - but there is silence in the apartment
Why, answer, did I dream about the war again? ..