Что ж ты, девица, Притуманилась, Что ж ты, красная, Припечалилась?

You did your best or did you? Sometimes I think I hate you I'm sorry, dad, for feelin' this I can't believe I'm sayin' it I know you were a troubled man I know you never got the chance To be yourself, to be your best I hope that heaven's given you a second chance.

Maybe I didn't hold you All those lonely, lonely times And I guess I never told you I'm so happy that you're mine If I make you feel second best Girl, I'm sorry I was blind

«Летом деревня рай!» — говорят все любители сельского быта, и в этом я с ними совершенно согласен.