Текст песни Cannon Fodder - Папа

Look guys, this is my dad
Since work is drunker than wine.
Look guys, our Pope
I do not need neither I, nor my mother.

Our dad's red leather
And the smell of bitter wine from pope.
Tell me, Dad, Well, well, what do you
You come in this way into the house?

Why get drunk with her uncle in Shalmanov,
You come home to hurt my mother doing?
What a hot yelling at me?
Dad, do not, because we're family!

Why do you get back for a stack?
Why refilled wine?
Dad, do not drink more vodka,
Please be exemplary father to me!