Текст песни Никита Добрый - Мама

The wind tears at long thread below T,
 Poplars stripping, crumple leaves fall,
 I'm sunken cheek spend razor slizhet Sedin briefly my mow.

 If I were to miss a foreign land,
 And posohshim rivers to walk on the roads,
 Unassembled, the tears in the hollow nespryatat
 Thy hands, I Epistle of God,

 Mother-as leaves fall gently to the Earth,
 Mom -lish rustling heart beats pulse,
 Mom -uniqueness pain I is not acceptable,
 Mama would never unfaithful to you I am. -

 And in anguish freezes sonorous feast
 Let us pray to the star, the one that I shine,
 And then yesterday, yesterday it was still,
 Where my cradle you shook his hand.

 Mama how quiet the leaves fall to the ground
 Mom -lish rustling heart beats pulse,
 Mom -uniqueness pain I is not acceptable,
 Mama would never unfaithful to you I am.