For the first time in first class,
On the first day of September
We go, the three of us - Mom, Dad and me.
And the last call, dobry father's advice
Butter Mom's pie and delicious it is not.
Our parents, our parents,
More expensive and closer you are not.
Our parents,
I beg you, live a hundred years.
With him went to the movies, I'll tell my mother,
What has been married to him I'm out.
Everything has come true at last, my mother hides her eyes,
Smiled father passed thunderstorm.
Our parents, our parents,
More expensive and closer you are not.
Our parents,
I beg you, live a hundred years.
Time rushes forward, the sunset sunrise
Mom takes her grandson, waiting with a carriage grandfather.
We heat and light from the parental eye,
Oh, how lucky I am that I am you.
Our parents, our parents,
More expensive and closer you are not.
Our parents,
I beg you, live a hundred years.
Our parents, our parents,
More expensive and closer you are not.
Our parents,
I beg you, live a hundred years.
I beg you, live a hundred years.
I beg you, live a hundred years.
