Текст песни Михаил Задорнов-Евгений Евтушенко - Уходят наши матери

Our mothers are leaving us
go quietly, on tiptoe,
and we sleep peacefully, fed up with food,
not noticing this terrible hour.

Mothers do not leave us immediately, no, -
it only seems to us that right away.
They leave slowly and strangely
small steps on the steps of years.

Suddenly recollecting himself nervously in some year,
we celebrate their birthdays noisily,
but this is a belated joy
neither them nor our souls will save.

They are all deleted, everything is deleted.
We reach out to them, waking up from a dream,
but my hands suddenly hit the air -
a glass wall has grown in it!

We are late. The terrible hour has struck.
We look with hidden tears,
like silent stern columns
our mothers are leaving us ...

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