Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Доченьки

I bred angelyata ,
Bred in broad daylight .
All things which I laughed once ,
All now fascinates me !

I lived noisy and fun , I confess,
But my wife cleaned up all their hands ,
Completely ignoring me ,
I gave birth to her two daughters .

I was against it. Begin diapers ...
Why complicate your life ?
But climbed in my heart girl,
As kittens in someone else's bed !

And now with a new meaning and purpose
I'm like a bird nest twist
And sometimes over their cradle
Surprised myself sing :

Daughter, dear daughter ,
My dear daughter !
Where are you , my night but ,
Where are you , nightingales ? ..

Lots of sun and light Russian
Will my little daughters in life .
And most importantly - it
That Homeland will have them!

Will be home. Will be a lot of toys .
We hang on the Christmas tree star.
I kakih-nibud good old ladies
Especially for them cer .

To Russian songs they sang,
To wove tales nights ,
To quiet year rustled
To childhood could not forget .

However, I grow old a bit ,
But the soul will be young, as they are!
And I will ask the good God ,
To extend my sinful days.

Little daughter grow up ,
My little daughter ...
Will they is the night ,
Will nightingales !

A closed little daughter
Ochenki mine
I sing in the cemetery
Those nightingales !

1943
Moscow