Баста - Прости меня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Forgive me, mom, for growing early. For the fact that the pain caused a wound for a wound. Forgive me mom, I am in many ways to blame. Sorry I did not become like an older brother. My life is mom, as a black and white movie, everything seems to be good, but there is always one thing .. It’s not easy to understand why everything is just like that and not otherwise, what does this mean good luck Mom, I call me a road, you tears hiding me not It will be for a long time I know mom,

Tell me mom how much my life costs - my life is a drama, my soul rushes into the height. Tell me mom how much my life costs - my life is a drama, my soul is rushing into a height ...

In the most difficult moments of my life, when death came very close, the stars of sparks fell from the sky and the thoughts of you mother, like a ray of light. In the search for an answer, in search of the path I collect all my strength and continue to go for everything, forgive me, I was in my mother It is to blame for a lot, but everything remains in the past time not to return back. Trying to get up from the knees to rise a little, but something prevents me from taking it off the ground .. I pray give me the strength of God, what worries me? Who will help me? Perhaps my faith is weak, but wherever I, I remember these words, forgive me that I rarely tell you - "Mom I love you !!!"

Tell me mom how much my life costs - my life is a drama, my soul rushes into the height. Tell me mom how much my life costs - my life is a drama, my soul is rushing into a height ...