Текст песни Екатерина Романова - Мама

Telephone trick wire

And the long whistle hurts

I don't have to look for a reason

To go back to my mother.



Every year a little less often

The train carries to the city

Where will I hug you tenderly

And I’ll leave very soon.



Chorus:

You're part of my heart

I don't wanna split the parts

And warm in your palms,

It means to feel happiness again.



Here they hear my stories,

Even if it's hard to whisper

Here the walls breathe warmth,

You can stay here as a baby.



You will look in the eyes with a question,

And I want to say directly:

My dear, you know

I love you so much, mom!