Текст песни Mc Ide - В память об отце

I was 9 years old, I lost my father
He died in an accident and I do not ever proshchu
of the bastards who knocked him
around it was dark and life has turned to shit.
I've lived a good idea until it
when I was informed that he was not alive for a long time
I thought it was a joke true joke
but I said be strong native Artem.
I would have ate a packet of salt that would not feel the pain
heart ache stabs at Wolves on the will of the wound vzvoyut
share the happiness I have, and do not need more
I need that would not dried up ever heart in pain.

I was small and did not know life nifiga
When my father died I kept Friend
I do not hold my mother said crying son
You will forget all this as a nightmare.
Life is a great book
Pulp Fiction
a strange feeling about his father
death impregnated engorged pain fear
and negative feelings
he died in the new year, I feel lonely.
Although I have a lot of friends and have a little luck
I go through life proudly and he chose the road
The weather will not change as the fate of too
Can happiness be on me but it will be later
Yet I have life is not complete
I'm happy for his grief paid to the full!
Do not drum tears and dishovyh concerts
Father you will always live in my heart!