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У меня даже му***** по телу бегают, когда я его слушаю. Текст песни потрясаюший,правда тока на аглицком
Papa
Every day my papa would work to try to make ends meat
To see that we would eat keep shoes on my feet
Every night my papa would take me tuck in my bed.
Kiss me on my head after all my prayers.
There were years of sadness and of tears...
Through it all, togetherwe we were strong,
We were strong!
The times were rough, but Papa, he was tough!
And Mama she stood beside him all along
Growing up with them was so easy.
Time just flew on by.
The years began to fly
They aged,but so did I
I could tell, that mama wasn,t well.
And papa knew and deep down,so did she,
So did she!
And when she died, papa broke down and cried
All he could say was :"God, why her?,
Take me!"
Every day he sat there sleeping in his rockig chair
He never was upstairs,cause she wasn,t there
Then one day my papa said:
"Son, I,m proud of your grown
Make it on your own
And don,t worry!
I,m O.K. alone."
He said There are things you must do
Places,you must see.
His eyes were sad as he said goodbuy to me.
Every time ,I kiss my children ,
Papa words ring true.
He said ,your children they live through you.
And they,ll grow,
They,ll leave you too.
I remember every word my papa used to say.
I kiss my kids and I pray
That they,ll think, think of me
That way,..someday....
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