The dad is one word and so much emotions, ride on the neck when small was, now by car, walked around the park by hand, now like others, I say that it matured, and for you a child, the same stupid, mischievous, but now wounds My sorry forgive, of course, not more than once said the rude word ...
I thought for a long time that and how to write you, I thought to come up with Che, but I understood, in life, what was, the truth is easier to describe, you forgive me, my hardly flowing transitional age, I will achieve everything in the future, now believe, then you will see. ..
Dad - one word and so much emotions, more than once you solved the problems for me, because I almost spoil the situation, I loved, I love to complicate everything, and I love to argue, your morals are bothering me, I am a bitpread of you more often than I am glad
But if I say that it is important that it turned out well, but it's not always important that it is, I can be in the mood positive, the way you can, you can simply scold, just say a man, you can not give it to your pocket or replenish the mobile, you can say, sit, just talk, for this everything I owe you, thank you father and you are one for me
Happened home
Torn jacket, broken lip,
You did not scold me it never.
I knew that there would be a conversation,
What will be beneficial for me
It was often at 12.10 years
When in grade 5, my mom, by the way,
I used to at school more often than me, I am not proud of. For this
You were dissatisfied, always punished, and I am my son, not waven.
Sat at home. And no one proved anything.
In your 15, I have a couple of gray hair,
And you are in our almost forty, they do not live badly without them.
You sorry for what I did, I do,
And not a little bad / good.
Again the dad, you said that I can't hear you
I don't listen to Toli, but I put before the fact,
I hear and listen.
I greedily absorb every word you said, let the soft / beautiful, albeit rough / evil.
I congratulate you dad, you raised the boys,
I am not always silent, I do not agree often,
But if there is a choice: you become me, and I'm on the edge, and let you start you first, you have already given a lot, it's time to give you a couple of years, without waste of nerves in a gift.
Forgive his native, I'm still young, in many ways I'm mistaken,
But only you alone, you will open and tell you everything,
I will tell you what is ashamed of what is funny,
Maybe you laugh or quarrel,
But without a delight advice will not leave
