неизвестный - Мам,пусть осень и гром стучатся в наш дом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I, leaving home from school, met a sick and mournful day. Autumn hopeless injections, some kind of stream whip the city. As if with blood on a dressing gown, the trees are sprayed with dirt. Someone else is already in the ward, on this holiday, on birthday. Mom, let the autumn and thunder knock on our house with me always. Mom, I quit smoking and roam at night, as you remember then. Mom, I’ll put flowers in your bedroom, as my mother last year, how cold it is in it, since that day brought us trouble, I will open the door in the apartment, with my key, not like before. Everything is different in this world, on the day that once was your holiday. And you remember the flowers that behind, I hid, entering home from school. And outside the window stood a wall, the noise of October of rain and lightning. Mom, let the autumn and thunder knock on our house with me always. Mom, I quit smoking and roam at night, as you remember then. Mom, I’ll put flowers in your bedroom, as my mother last year, it’s so cold in it since that day brought us trouble, how hastily I torn the pages, from the diary in the basement basement. But not very - then learns, your naughty, and non -pound. As it was late somewhere, she was silently waited, praying and crying. Everything was worried about the son, you see how it turned out - everything is different. Mom, let the autumn and thunder knock on our house with me always. Mom, I quit smoking and roam at night, as you remember then. Mom, I will put flowers in your bedroom, as last year. Mom, how cold it is in it since that day brought us trouble. I, leaving home from school, met a sick and gloomy day. Autumn are hopeless injections, from heaven to the city pouring, a fool. Only in spite of rain and wind, let them know everything that I am stubborn. Knowing one thing in the world, I will buy flowers for my mother again: I, leaving home from school, met a sick and mournful day. Like hopeless injections, warm jets whip the city. As if with blood on a robe, mud sprayed trees. Someone else is already in the ward, on this holiday, on birthday. Mom, let the autumn and thunder knock on our house with me always. Mom, I quit smoking and roam at night, as you remember then. Mom, I’ll put flowers in your bedroom, as my mother last year, how cold it is in it, since that day brought us trouble, I will open the door in the apartment, with my key, not like before. Everything is different in this world, on the day that once was your holiday. Remember the flowers that behind, hid, entering home from school. And outside the window stood a wall, the noise of October of rain and lightning. Mom, let the autumn and thunder knock on our house with me always. Mom, I quit smoking and roam at night, as you remember then. Mom, I’ll put flowers in your bedroom, as my mother last year, it’s so cold in it since that day brought us trouble, how hastily I torn the pages, from the diary in the basement basement. I am not very - then studying, your naughty, non -pound. As it was late somewhere, she was silently waited, praying and crying. Everything was worried about the son, you see how it turned out - everything is different. Mom, let the autumn and thunder knock on our house with me always. Mom, I quit smoking and roam at night, as you remember then. Mom, I will put flowers in your bedroom, as last year. Mom, how cold it is in it since that day brought us trouble. I, leaving home from school, met a sick and gloomy day. Autumn rainy injections, from the sky to the city, is a fool. Only in spite of rain and wind, let them know everything that I am stubborn. And I remember only one thing in the world, again I will buy flowers for my mother: I, leaving home from school, met a sick and mournful day. Like hopeless injections, warm jets whip the city. As if with blood on a robe, mud sprayed trees. Someone else is already in the ward, on this holiday, on birthday. Mom, let autumn