Кикнадзе Элиза - Проза о Маме - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

11 September. 7:00 am. The alarm clock rings again. With great reluctance, getting out of bed, you hear your mother’s “good morning!”, you answer her sluggishly, “good morning...”, and in your head it flashes “there is no such thing as a good morning, what are you doing, mom...”.

Mom calls for breakfast. She says that the porridge is healthy, you agree with her and think: “It would be better if I didn’t have breakfast at all than with your porridge.” Having shoved this consistency into yourself with a sour face, you displeasedly say “thank you” and go to the exit. As she sees you off, she kisses you on the cheek, leaving lipstick on her “lips.”

-carefully across the road!

“Mom, I’m already 18,” you answer her.

going down, you think: “when will all this stop?!”

Now imagine: one morning you get up and the house is empty. the long ringing of the alarm throughout the apartment. You open your eyes and put on the kettle. and no one says “good morning” to you anymore, no one wishes you a good day. You’re drinking tea, but you really want your mother’s porridge, to talk to her about little things, about things you can’t talk about with anyone.

you lock the door. no one tells you to “be careful on the way” anymore, no one carefully adjusts your collar. no more lipstick left on your cheek. THERE IS NOTHING. just you and an empty apartment. creepy, isn't it?

Mom is the most valuable thing in life. Mom is a person who needs to be protected and respected. a person who needs to be remembered every minute. If there is no mother, who else will take care of you so sincerely and experience all the moments of your life with you?! are you thinking?...

11 September. evening. mom came home from work. While you are thinking about the text, I will go hug her, kiss her, and tell her a joke. What a joy it is when mom smiles!

© K. Elizaveta

September 2014