Закончился ужин, помыта посуда, Но спать не ложится...

Dinner is over, the dishes are washed,
But daddy’s miracle does not go to sleep
Pigtails knot, barefoot, and in a nightie,
Jigsaw puzzles, toys are scattered everywhere

Carpet in strange spots, Vaska cat - in lipstick,
Sitting in a carriage like a tanker in a parade,
Felt-tip pen in red, and blue a little,
The walls are painted like frescoes by Van Gogh ...

But as concerns disappeared on command,
As soon as daddy comes home from work.
She climbed into her arms, forgetting about the toys,
Something is already chirping softly in your ear,

And dad, you bastard, laughs out loud
Mustache prickles cheek tickles,
With eyes in love he looks at his daughter,
Which doesn’t want to sleep well!

But dad should start a new fairy tale,
As soon as an angel's eyes itch ...
And in a soft bed with a fox and a camel,
In a dream daddy smiles a miracle ...