Lyrics Вадим Егоров - Оголила за окном верба веточки..

Bared outside the window willow twigs,
The geese ducks stretched over the sea ...
My six-year-old daughter tells me:
"Dad, can I have you a minute?"

Dad, well - dad can endure everything.
Dad - like Hemingway - in a rude sweater.
“If necessary,” I say, “wipe the nose,
Right now I'll call mom. Mom will wipe it. "

But on dad’s trouble, the daughter said to dad:
"Dad, in our kindergarten there is such a Gorelik Sasha.
He, like me, doesn’t eat scrambled eggs, he is terribly blue-eyed,
And for all his six years he’s never been described

The conversation is inevitable: "Tell me, daughter, directly -
What do you want? "-" We want to live together - like you and mom.
Together, dad, in the rain, together - in the mud, in the heat and cold.
And with the children we’ll wait until the end of elementary school "

I feel - I’m burning all, I feel - the foundations are crumbling.
“Listen, daughter,” I say, “this is not an easy thing.
How can I explain to my mom? And the living space? What about finances?
We need to wait a bit - well, at least 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! "

I feel - a storm is approaching. The daughter stings with his eyes
And then tears ran down the woman’s eyes.
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 - all to the right, I - to the left ...
Yes, I’m already called the 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, can I have you a minute?” ...