Lyrics Александр Маршал - про отца

Let's drink some vodka
We still have a little left
Let the maple swing above us
And we pour and repeat
Let's drink some vodka
And get drunk somewhere a little
Well, then calmly sit down
And just dad shut up
You're sorry that I'm so rare
You with time I visit
You are sorry that our meetings
All the time, somehow on the run
A maple every time in the spring
Foliage of green blooms
As a child smells of lilac
And cherry is also all in bloom
Dad here and met dad
Sorry I'm so late
It is a pity that before could not
Dad here and met dad
And in response only the wind
What the hell is the sonny
Let's remember again.
Your friends from the squadron
Those who once did not return
Not reaching home a little bit
And how many years of that flying jacket
What together we wore with you
From thin dark brown leather
You never bought another one
Let's drink some vodka
For your dashing time
For that your great sky
In which you as a bird lived
For a life so hard
For your dad generation
For the way you burned and believed
I hoped and loved
Dad here and met dad
Sorry I'm so late
It is a pity that before could not
Dad here and met dad
And in response only the wind
What the hell is the sonny
Dad here and met dad
Sorry I'm so late
It is a pity that before could not
Dad here and met dad
And in response only the wind
What the hell is the sonny