Текст песни Александр Иванов - Памяти отца

So I came to you, father,
Just like in the Judge hour.
Yes, I am the defendant, you are the plaintiff
And only two of us.
Yes, two, if not for granite
Neighboring and fence,
That on the right has grown and squeezes
Your last one.
Yes, two, if not for the
Old woman at the feet
Found under the weight of the cross
The last threshold.
Oh, these two now
Judge and prosecutor:
"Well, close the door soon
Put him a fence! "
And from west south
Crossing the world
Blazhas: "He and rightly,
He was not your idol.
You did not love him like us
Love upstairs
He is under the fence at this hour,
And we sleep in fluff.
Look, wrapped in a cold
We are polyethylene
His wife, here is my husband,
And your then - dust and decay.
You didn't sob, did not drink water,
Did not fall to the Dol Nits
And as a result, did not outline
Laid borders.
Now you complain about us
Interested in redistribution!
We need an eye and eyes for us,
Where did you look? "

Trembling ran through the sheets
Like a seizure of a face
The grave bush said himself
Father's voice:
"Wait, son, not trifles,
And drink wine ...
And this latter and this height
Not at all their fault.
The old woman is meek in the legs -
Look at her oval,
And who is right a two -step
So this one - fought.
Listen to judge
Do not rush the deceased
On the width of grave plates
About the breadth of the soul,
They didn’t blaspheme in vain ... "
I'm sorry, father,
But the lands were pulled -
Where is the truth, finally!

The shadow ran through the sheets,
Father did not answer.
He, far -pins even there,
I did not notice the fences!