Текст песни Монте Кристо - я люблю тебя мама, волосы с проседью а вглазах осень

Yes, the years run like a river
drawn up by the clouds
Mom, I'm your dream and rest will take care of

and fell down on his knees
I'll become your shadow
tvoimvozduhom camp
you know I LOVE YOU MAMA

hair streaked with gray
and vglazah autumn
but the heat of summer
it is a
I give all the return and asks her not deceive and not exactly throw

Yes, this land is the land of
If you have a number of chromosomal
Mom always in ways we
I will not betray you

thank you my dear
for something that has a brother, a father, and I have
for the fact that his magic hand
you did us a good family
all living things should bow before you now
I will always remember you so
this most holy Immaculate
most beloved

falling ...