Текст песни Дмитрий Маликов - С днем рождения, мама

I
Under me sailed the sea and the mountains
I fly to you like a telegram
You open the door , I was in the corridor
Whisper to you: " Happy Birthday , Mom! "
You open the door , I was in the corridor
Whisper to you: " Happy Birthday , Mom! "
II
On someone else's ball, I was homesick
Was mirthless ball, ugly ladies
I forgot I accidentally thought
The first number - the birthday of my mother.
I forgot I accidentally thought
The first number - the birthday of my mother.
III
Do you have grandchildren growing up
Life is hard as pain and simple as gamma
Forgive me for the pain you are sorry for flour
I love you, dear mother .
Forgive me for the pain you are sorry for flour
I love you, dear mother .
IV
As a child attached to you , my dear,
Your happy laughing all the more necessary in the course of
What do you give still do not know
I carry the flowers in my mom 's birthday .
What do you give still do not know
I carry the flowers in my mom 's birthday .