Текст песни Бром - Братка Стой

And I wanted to see the beach and the sea
sunsets to squeak under the palm trees were Mount
not a campaign destined soul Moscow Smokey
where my mother there, and the brother presses syllable
 always warmly greets after a night of fights
I do not like drunk but the soul is ill with a warm cuddle up to my mother's heart to people
warm hearth where my good home comfort
from work to work, I like a robot
Mom doctor psychiatrist and infidelity occasion
I love all the same and still makes me sad empty room in the dim lamp light campaign
 the whole life of the book and the sheets in my ink let here a couple of minutes and my friend forgot to let a child my character was a little obstinate
how to live without rules because my mother more than all favorite

Chorus
Thank you Mom and Dad thank you for son
thank you gave me the world
heart cheese me your blood flowing
son has grown but the warm love of the native

Again and again around me are the days
Sweet coffee outside the bright lights
Dense smoke is a strong healthy dream
On mute my phone
Missed call it called the father
The conversation with him last day of well,
Son you done all that he would say
Proud Wyzne not show your love
Great is the same pride at his son
After all, from a boy I became a man
His wrinkles on my face for half
But I prefer the discipline nebosine
And God forgive me not to become rotten
And let me know what the native
Bring water to their grandmothers
They called for this grandson of gold