Текст песни Афродита - Песня про бабушку

You're in the hands of their hot
Like a ray of sun hiding
Carefree childhood
Read the story
The house smells of cakes
You are giving me and my mom
Tenderness and attention
His love and affection

Mom my mom
My grandmother
You are my good angel
I know it
Heart of gold
Loves and stores
It is a pity that this heart
Sometimes it hurts

You call me baby
And with glasses reading a book
I always cozy
And it's easy with you dear
I know that the soul warm up
A pile of photos of children
You fingered again
Furtive sigh

Mom my mom
My grandmother
You are my good angel
I know it
Heart of gold
Loves and stores
It is a pity that this heart
Sometimes it hurts