Текст песни Живой Продукт - мама.

The closest, native man
My mom, in my soul per century
What nafig per cent, forever in my heart
And I'm bad, I'm sorry for my mother where I go

Cheated a lot because I did not understand
That from this world, you defended me
I'm on the morning home, you screamed
I did not understand I was just a little drunk

Thank you for making a lot
In a difficult moment I helped me many
And what could be better than the advice from mom
She loves you and how strange

And I correct, I promised and promise
Zeep, with illegal things
And I will be good as you wanted my mother
And I again under the dope, dying.

-Mama - Thank you .-
Mom - Thank you for believed
That your son will not be lost
I know for sure, everything will fix time.