Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

Улыбнувишсь еле заметно, она поутру убегает в
школу, а я смотрю ей вслед и, становится как-то
тоскливо… Очень тоскливо…
Незаметно мы отдаляемся друг от друга
и мне за счастье хоть изредка искренне посмеяться
вместе над какой-нибудь дурацкой шуткой.
Принцесса, девочка моя маленькая…

Я же вроде не дурак, я же понимаю всю
абсурдность происходящего. Но что из того –
она неумолимо отдаляется от меня… И я ничего не
могу с этим поделать. Растет, неумолимо взрослеет
моя девочка. И так же быстро тает наша близость,
которая и есть смысл моей ж