Текст песни Марик Эс - такой возраст

hey brother, and you call on the personal
if all well, slyagu on bolnichku
and I do not care boy or man
for mothers friends, I will be the best son

I woke up at night, and I was crappy
probably from the fact that life zamatala
and to be honest, it is very difficult to hold back
probably from the fact that, this age of mothers

and those near Bix, purely because tomorrow
and for whom that whore, a warm blanket
he attains mamma will say everything is fine
so as not afraid of my mother, for his company

and so often in the evenings, my mother tears
because the son does not have a 18, and he is a lord drunk
You will not find us, we are again in a coma
while you're on the phone, a new friend