Текст песни Sonic Sound 8.2 - 4. На облаке

And I in fact believe,
But I did know;
My father was a fisherman,
I believe firmly:
He was good at it nebe-
He is sitting on a cloud ...
He pays lip fun kicks,
in their sandals
his favorite purchased at the Kiev railway station,
Our life-that he gave us
His fishing rod named luck corrects,
Planting of failure on the hook of heaven ..
The moon has a float it ..
For her, he is careful,
To us light
It has been a reliable support,
as it was for us .............

And I have confidence
He sees us ..
He loves us ..
And we all remember,
We love and mourn
And blessed memory, he deserves
We have not defiled
I promise,
I am your oldest son, ...
And on the balcony
Only I, my text and smoke
I stand and smile at the clouds ..
You my dad
we do not have enough ...
and warms the soul this photo:
Where are you, schastlivyy-
OUR FATHER
You are smiling..