Тимур Гатия - Прости мама - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Would you see mothers if you would see how your daughters live in winter, sons where people go, where the boys go and it’s not so just to get out of this pit. We are loudly shouting about, mother, mom and mom on the lips of the word of the hole Mom sat and got old I think sometimes, I would feel better, mom, mother, I’ll get up from my knee, mom, mom, mother, I will become a good son, mom, mother, I will stop, mother, mom, not with my foot to Afghanistan, and you Sorry, mom, I am a bully and you forgive me for my fog in my head, and you forgive me for what I stole, I did not see, my mother, I didn’t understand, and you would see my mom, but you would see what is happening what is happening After this bitch of winter. Everything is legalized, scum is educated. Death enveloped, our city enchanted on paranoia of the city of planes, train, this is only true. And as sometimes bullets flew, and for a long time in pawnshops, grandfathers of medals. And at times it was cold, but Allah saved. It was not for nothing that my mother was crying, my ladder is dear, you are my flock, I love you my relatives and hug you, I'm sorry, mother, I am a bully and you forgive me for my head, and you forgive me for stole , I did not see, mom, I don't pont