Текст песни Nauseous - Мама

With apartment to apartment
At work from morning till night
To give money to his son
Feed, clothe, however

Mom was so used to live
Accustomed to cry evenings
In the kitchen to cook for days
At night, with dirty dishes

And he is all drunk after the club
It came on a clean bed
Mom screams? Mean bitch mom
And it was time to sleep, and he

But continued phrase finish
What they say is not enough money
And it's time, Mom you move out
Since it sticks out of the room kicking

A mother, in tears, in the kitchen
Hands in the shaking, into the hands of valerian
And then abruptly, the sound of the heart, on the floor of Ruhnu
A son, was closed in the room and waited for dinner

And he, with all the room mates would cover:
Where they say the food, my, what do you do ohrenela
And then my son, with anger ran to the kitchen
A mother's hand numb at all ..