8 acessos
Mom, who's there?
Mom, is it daddy?
Then let him in again
He looks so lonely
Mom, don't chuck him out
You, help him out of his coat,
Is there a missing button, sew it on
Ask him whether he has starve.
And whether he can remain
Does he s-s-say with a damp look,
He came for ever,
Home, into the family luck,
And never give it back again
Show him his armchair,
That has lived in enmity for a long long time.
Hey don't preach him
Because he understood already
Give him only a little smile and he is stirred
Move his knot into the collar's middle
Show him his children who stand in the door
And then we open vodka and celebrate
Celebrate, celebrate this meeting