Текст песни Evan Gard - Мама мама

no happiness, no pain
no field, no will
no share in valuable shares
to live your life
there is no sense in life either
there is no cigarette in the pack
there is only a handful of pills
and a glass to drink

mother Mother
take me to the cemetery mom
put under the burdock
mother Mother
i won't be afraid i know
that heaven is my home

there are so many thoughts in my head
but with a rocker
all run away in fright
there is only "mother!"
and she sticks out a little
bends like a cat
and scratches the path
orderlies call

and we have yesterday in the gatehouse
cats lambing at night
and they sing and cry
The house is full of their tender tears
so that their children are not drowned
to be friends with kittens
and less often to be beaten
sneaker or boot

and the one who is looking for meaning in the song
crack yourself with a frying pan
and then pour two hundred
forever-young-forever-young
put your hands up
and catch sounds in the palm of your hand
what are born of flour
between two trembling strings

mother Mother
take me to the cemetery mom
put under the burdock
mother Mother
i won't be afraid i know
that heaven is my home