Текст песни Доча - Мамочке

I often dream of the evening,
As to my mother I go home.
She greeted me, as before
With a smile and a warm home.
And at the moment, dissolved in the arms,
Only the one for you
I'll become a little girl
And so goofy.
I'll tell you, Mom,
All the secrets of your own.
Are you tired proshepchesh:
& quot; Docha what your years ... & quot;
I arbitrarily ready
Listen, you grumbling.
Just would not have remained silent,
Just would not know that sadness.
I, Mom, now like b
I kiss you on the cheek.
I beg you, throw this thing -
Nights experience.
I was even afraid to imagine,
How do you sometimes difficult,
But you know that I'm here, I'm here,
It seems that far.
And today is your birthday,
Do you ask forgiveness,
What is sometimes miss a moment,
I tell how I love you.