Lyrics Поплавский - Батьки
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За вікнами сніг, а в нас на столі
Іскриться рожеве вино.
Знов батьківський дім зібрав нас усіх,
Так затишно в нім і тепло.
Хоч важко уже за святковим столом
Обходити мамі гостей,
Ми з’їхались всі, святкують батьки,
Весілля своє золоте.
Приспів:
Келих терпкого вина
Вип’єм ми за вас до дна,
Хай не старять вас роки,
Дорогі мої батьки.
Келих терпкого вина
Вип’єм ми за вас до дна,
Хай не старять вас роки,
Дорогі мої батьки.
За вікнами сніг, а в домі у нас
Розмови та сміх не стиха,
Ми з’їхались всі, у наших батьків
Сьогодні пора золота.
Гортаємо ми, мов сторінки життя,
Альбом фотографій старих,
Онуки сидять в батьків на руках
І так вони схожі на них.
Приспів:
Келих терпкого вина
Вип’єм ми за вас до дна,
Хай не старять вас роки,
Дорогі мої батьки.
Келих терпкого вина
Вип’єм ми за вас до дна,
Хай не старять вас роки,
Дорогі мої батьки.
Програш
Келих терпкого вина
Вип’єм ми за вас до дна,
Хай не старять вас роки,
Дорогі мої батьки.
Келих терпкого вина
Вип’єм ми за вас до дна,
Хай не старять вас роки,
Дорогі мої батьки.
Келих терпкого вина
Вип’єм ми за вас до дна,
Хай не старять вас роки,
Дорогі мої батьки.
Хай не старять вас роки,
Дорогі мої батьки.
Behind the windows is snow, and we are on the table
Sparkling pink wine.
Again the parental home gathered us all
It is so cozy in it and warm.
Though it's hard at the festive table
Away mom's guests
We gathered everyone, the parents celebrate
Your wedding is golden.
Chorus:
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
Behind the windows is snow, and in the house with us
Conversations and laughter are not verse
We gathered everything from our parents
Today is gold time.
We roll like a page of life
Album of old photos
Grandchildren sit in their parents' hands
And so they are like them.
Chorus:
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
Loss
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
Sparkling pink wine.
Again the parental home gathered us all
It is so cozy in it and warm.
Though it's hard at the festive table
Away mom's guests
We gathered everyone, the parents celebrate
Your wedding is golden.
Chorus:
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
Behind the windows is snow, and in the house with us
Conversations and laughter are not verse
We gathered everything from our parents
Today is gold time.
We roll like a page of life
Album of old photos
Grandchildren sit in their parents' hands
And so they are like them.
Chorus:
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
Loss
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
A glass of tart wine
We'll drink for you to the bottom,
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.
Let not you get old years
Dear my parents.