Текст песни Алла Пугачева - Песня о маме

Again in the morning I will say mom,
My temper, klya,
As if there are no people stubborn
There is no careless for me.
Will say that forever become grief,
Maybe love
And again about life argue,
We will be again and again.

Every day with her
We argue like children
Only relative
There are no us in the world.

Khersley suddenly say the word,
Will say seriously
And quite, as in childhood again,
I will be offended before tears.
Mom will tend trouble,
By temper,
But no one in the world,
Does not love me.

Every day with her
We argue like children
Only relative
There are no us in the world.

Every day with her
We argue like children
Only relative
Not us in the world ...