Daddy... That rainy summer was so gray.
I begged you didn't go away.
Daddy, don't go away!
Daddy... Too many flowers are in May.
Why are you going in your way?
Daddy, don't go away!
Chorus:
The door bangs loudly behind,
But ain't believe it in my mind,
That dawns will rise without your heart.
And winds hit window-panes in vain,
And I just drink this wine again,
It leaks as if the reddish blood.
Daddy... It seems to me you sleep with dreams,
But you just fly with birds and beams.
Daddy, don't go away!
Daddy
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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