I was sent to my father that night.
I thought for a long time how to approach and what to tell him.
After all, my faith is filled with meaning and pain.
And again I pray to God to see your eyes.
But, remember, we were just silent.
And I asked - what was your name?
Among these deceitful people.
Father, since then I am just shrouded in winter.
It’s like I’m running home with bare feet.
Where you have forgotten, as if there is no me in life.
Longing, in a childish whisper,
- where is my father?
And the mother did the best she could, seeing that son.
He will say - He came without seeing you.
But time did not change that essence.
Please do not be angry, I am the same as you.
I just lived differently, killing the torment inside.
Killing the agony inside
Killing these torments inside, father ...
Time to stop, I ask.
I have a lot of love for you.
And I seem to be looking for in childhood.
But, father, you are only dreaming again in a dream.
And I pray to God again ...
See your eyes ...
As if sent by someone, and completely forgotten by God.
But this is not so, my mother will tell me again.
Son, wake up, you know, and it hurt me.
To see your father in your eyes.
Twenty-four years old.
But, I miss one love mother.
And I got used to running again.
Photo holding him in hand, tell me what he was like mom ...
Time to stop, I ask.
I have a lot of love for you.
And I seem to be looking for in childhood.
But, father, you are only dreaming again in a dream.
And I pray to God again ...
See your eyes ...
