Текст песни Уральские пельмени - песня мамам

oh how I want to leave the business
from March 8 to congratulate them now
women on the ground for the main course and it is our mothers
That would be my childhood we now return
in the care mothers plunge
when a finger somewhat pinched
kissed you and held
on the tablets we all burned
postcards painted crooked
on the writings of leaning over the desk
inscription mother on March 8
so - far kept those boards,
which burned buzzwords
from which my mother smiled
This is the best gift was the most

our lovely mom mom Mamula
someone young who already granny
oh how I want to hug you because you have one
of sons and daughters bow to you to the ground

Here we have themselves become fathers
and grandchildren , too, his mother
understand these changes
but for you we always wake up children
and nothing more until there is no
our mothers for our call
and there is nothing more there is to
We mom's happy eyes

our lovely mom mom Mamula
someone young who already granny
oh how I want to hug you because we have the same
of sons and daughters bow to you to the ground