Текст песни Пелагея - Мамина Босанова

God, these tubes, where is happiness come from?
How to live like that again, to laugh in the morning?
Mercantile eternity crowd spilled,
To hell with all the work, I go to my mother. There ...

         Pine trees pierce the sky,
           With the sun roof merge
    
     Forest itchy spring.

          House with bluish windows,
         Yard with wet feet
          Dog, my comrade.

Moss-like hand, the old stone met,
It as before buzzing the bell tower of the wind.
Pink hands smell like crap mum,
This smell of happiness brightest, most. But ...

     Windows boarded fate,
     Sold on the sidelines
     My reliable shelter.

     My mother is no longer available,
     The weakness of this minute
     I will return the heat.

     For pines, stone and apple,
     To my mother's good truths
     I'll be back home.

     Soul all loss
     Will wet feet
     Dog - my eternal companion.