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

11 September. 7:00 in the morning. Alarm sounds again. With a huge reluctance, rising from the bed, you hear Mamino "- with good in the morning!", I answer her sluggish "-C good ...", and in my head sweeping "the morning is not good, you don't, what mom ...".

Mom calls breakfast. She says that porridge is useful, you give care of her and think: "It would be better if I didn't have breakfast completely than your porridge." With an acidic face, shoved this consistency, you displeased saying "Thank you" and you go to the exit. She, accomplishing, kisses you on the cheek, leaving the lipstick of his "lips."

-Atically across the road!

-Mam, I already 18, - answer her.

Going down, you think: "When will it all stop?!".

Now imagine: Once in the morning you get up, and home is empty. Long ringing alarm clock for the whole apartment. Open your eyes, put the kettle. And no one tells you "with good in the morning," no one wants a good day. You drink tea, and so I want my mother's porridge, talk to her about trifles, about what you will not speak with anyone.

You close the door to the key. No one tells you "carefully along the way," no one carefully corrects the collar. No more lipstick left on your cheek. THERE IS NOTHING. Only you and an empty apartment. Terribly, isn't it?

Mom is the most valuable thing that could be in life. Mom is a man who needs to take care and respect. The person who needs to remember every minute. If there is no mom, who else will sincerely take care of you, worry all moments of your life with you?! Thought? ...

11 September. evening. Mom came from work. While you think about the text, I will go hug her, a kiss, I will tell the joke. What happiness when you smiles mom!

© K. Elizaveta

September 2014.