Текст песни кабриолет - Mама еду дамой

For twelve years I was not at home,
Twelve years have not seen my mother's eyes.
Perhaps Mom, you turned gray,
And that's my fault.

Mom, I'm going home, food, food,
And I'm taking you embroidered handkerchief.
Mom, I'm going home, food, food,
But the road is hard, God sees.

I'm sorry for the long separation,
I'm sorry, I was young and hot,
But there is no health more mom.
I used to get there and hug you.

chorus.

my car conductor tells me
Here's your station.
My heart does not want to fight,
and my eyes are not open.

Chorus 2 p.