Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Монолог Ладки

1. Bare outside the window of a willow twig,
Geese ducks pulled over the sea.
My six-year-old daughter tells me:
- Dad! - He speaks. “May I have a minute?”
Dad - what? Dad can endure anything.
Dad - how is he in a stuffy sweater?
- If the nose, - I say, - you need to wipe,
I'll call your mom - mom wipes.
But on dad’s trouble, the daughter said to dad:
- Dad, in our kindergarten there is such Ignatiev Sasha.
He, like me, doesn’t eat an omelet, he, like me, is blue-eyed
And for all his six years, he has never subscribed.

2. - The conversation is irreversible, - my daughter tells me directly,
- As you wish. We want to live together like you and mom.
Together, dad, in the rain, together in hail, heat and cold.
And with the children we will wait until the end of elementary school.
I feel: I’m all trembling already, I feel: the foundations are crumbling.
“Listen, daughter,” I say, “this is not an easy matter.”
How can I explain to my mom? And the living space? What about finances?
You need to wait a bit ... well, at least, about twelve years.
- What are you, dad? - was the answer. - It's even strange to listen.
After all, in twelve years I will become a very old woman.
I can’t wait a day, you don’t feel sorry for me at all,
After all, Sasha will spit on me and leave with Kozlova Alka.

3. I feel: the storm is approaching, the daughter stings with his eyes,
And then a woman ran a tear in those eyes of a woman.
Indian tears, and then - oh yes daughter, well, scream! -
It began with such a Sodom, I would say: "Sodom with Gomorrah."
- What are you dad? - oh yes ah. - Times have changed.
Today, dad, in kindergartens, everyone has long been married.
Only I go alone: ​​everything is to the right, I am to the left.
Yes, they call me an old maid in the garden.
My baby switched to ultrasound,
I was ready for anything, but here are the little dots
My seven-year-old son tells me:
“Dad,” he says, “can I have you a minute?”