Lyrics
gorit svecha tosklivo na stole
i v tikhom domike — lish ya i moy otets
ya khochu otvet
khochu uznat zachem my zdes?
i tolko veter muchitsya v uglakh
kak budto prizrak, chto ne mozhet govorit
trebuyu otvet…
i mne skazal otets:
CH:
o, ty mne pover, nam luchshe bez togo
mira chto ushyol…
da, ty mne pover, nam legche bez lyudey
mira chto ushyol…
gorit svecha tosklivo na stole
ya predstavlyayu, chto sluchilos na voyne
ya khochu otvet…
khochu uznat zachem?