We most often like to talk about mothers,
We confess our love for them almost every day.
When our fathers remain aloof,
Although without them we could not be born, as well as without mothers.
Would we be born if our dads didn’t fall in love with our moms
Like Romeo, like Farhad, like Tristan, like Gharib?
Without those who built us a nest, he carried food, as swallows carry in their mouths.
Who would put us, chicks on our feet, nurture and protect?
We very rarely confess our love to them,
Sometimes we may be late to do this.
Our fathers do not expect affectionate words,
But they bathe us with their gentle words.
They are ready to give their lives for us,
They are ready to defend the honor of the family.
They can only dream of peace in life,
They do not like to show their tiredness and their crying.
They are our pillars, they are our armor,
Go hunting for happiness and good luck.
They are princes, they are kings, they are kings,
They are the captains of the family ship.
They devote their whole lives to their children,
Then they go somewhere forever.
We remain fathers after them,
To continue the path of our brave fathers.
Life on earth is meaningless without Adams,
Kind, strong, brave and beloved.
It is a pity that they always leave us,
We never see them again!