Текст песни Воровайки - Папаша, миленький папаша.

My father was a reputable thief
And in the cards just a virtuoso
He's my mummy crap
Brought a basket of yellow roses
I grew up an ordinary girl -
Schoolyard yes violin succession
And in bed let the kitty sleep
But now found out

Daddy, nice little daddy,
Debts no longer wager
Why are you daughter Natasha
He taught someone else to take?
He taught someone else to take?
He taught someone else's hands ...

I grew obedient and timid
And she was afraid to talk to her father
He put me under the ass
So that I could open the window
Mother always with a tired smile
We met with the case, as with the war,
When I was ten years old, I became a housemaid,
And at sixteen were boys.

Daddy, nice little daddy,
Debts no longer wager
Why are you daughter Natasha
He taught someone else to take?
He taught someone else to take?
Taught someone else

I do not paint the lips and eyelashes -
Everything is forbidden behind bars
Mother doctors stashed to the hospital
And the father in the cemetery for a long time
But suddenly a heart will pinch like frost
And cry on the bunk at last
If I remember at night, these roses
What my father wore my father

Daddy, nice little daddy,
Debts no longer wager
Why are you daughter Natasha
He taught someone else to take?
He taught someone else to take?
Taught taught

Daddy, nice little daddy,
Debts no longer wager
Why are you daughter Natasha
He taught someone else to take?
He taught someone else to take?
He taught someone else to take?
He taught someone else to take?
He taught someone else to take?