Soak up the jets of hot water
I shaved his mustache and beard
Remembering about his daughter
I stand with bowed down his head
Washing away with neck remains foam
She's not reflected in the mirror
I can't accept the fact that she left home
And once I was her hero
And once I'm out on the street.
I thinking about her going to the store
Maybe someday We can meet
as suddenly opened the shop door
and she is not keeping her eyes
and her lips whispers forgive me daddy
and I'm standing and smiling so nice
go to me, I will embrace you baby
For daughter
© Copyright: Эмануэльф Сладенький, 2014
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