Воровайки - Папаша, миленький папаша.
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My father was a reputable
And in the pictures just a virtuoso
He is my maman rolling
Brought baskets of yellow roses
I usually grow by a girl -
School yard Yes Violin toy
And in bed allowed to sleep a kitten
But now I learned correct

Dad, nice dad,
Debts no longer play off
Why are you daughter Natasha
Taught someone else's hand to take?
Taught someone else's hand to take?
He taught someone else's hand ...

I grew up obedient and timid
And my father was afraid to speak
He sat under the ass
So I could open the window
Mother always with a smile tired
We met with the case, as with the war,
At ten years old I became a house
And in sixteen were boys.

Dad, nice dad,
Debts no longer play off
Why are you daughter Natasha
Taught someone else's hand to take?
Taught someone else's hand to take?
She taught someone else

I do not paint lips and eyelashes -
Behind bars everything is prohibited
Mother doctors stared into hospital,
And father in the cemetery for a long time
But suddenly the heart is suddenly like frost
And fall on the naras finally
If I remember these roses at night
What my father wore maman

Dad, nice dad,
Debts no longer play off
Why are you daughter Natasha
Taught someone else's hand to take?
Taught someone else's hand to take?
Teach learned

Dad, nice dad,
Debts no longer play off
Why are you daughter Natasha
Taught someone else's hand to take?
Taught someone else's hand to take?
Taught someone else's hand to take?
Taught someone else's hand to take?
Taught someone else's hand to take?