Balamut - прости мама - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yes, you would see moms, and you would see, how your daughter and sons live in winter. Where do people leave? Where do boys leave? And not so, just get out of this pit. And when we shout loudly about mom, mom, and mom on the lips of the word Marka Pit. Mom sat down and raised. I think I sometimes, I sat down better. Oh Mom Mom, I'm getting up with my knee, oh mom mom, I am a good son, oh mom, mom I Lyalalyalya. Oh Mom Mom, no foot to Avganistan. And you forgive my mother, I am a hooligan, and forgive me for the fact that in my head of my fog, and forgive me for the fact that I buried, cheated. I have not seen my mother, I did not understand. Yes, you would see moms, and you would see what happens after this bitch of winter. Everything is legalized, the fries are formed. The death was enveloped, our city enchanted. And there is no exit, and a pair of town. Airplanes, trains, it is only true. And how sometimes the bullets flew intertwined and have long been in pawnshops, grandfathers medals. At times I got cold, but saved Allah. Not in vain praying, my mother cried. My face is dear, my flock, I love you my relatives and hug. Oh frost, frost How my mother has grown. I am now calm moms, I'm not Baragos now, I am now in the cities, for good luck to diet and for what you are with me, I will answer. And you forgive my mother, I am a hooligan, and forgive me for the fact that in my head of my fog, and forgive me for the fact that I buried, cheated. I have not seen my mother, I did not understand. And you forgive my mother, I am a hooligan, and forgive me for the fact that in my head of my fog, and forgive me for the fact that I buried, cheated. I have not seen my mother, I did not understand