Текст песни Моя Миля - Прости

Mom, I'm sorry, not such a daughter wanted
Not a reason for pride, people are a bad example.
Mom, sorry, but I seem to get sick:
I do not have someone who would grab my hands.

Mom, I'm sorry that I grew up a rubbish.
Girl's shoes - finger in the mouth do not put.
My heart is not a focus, but a dummy / flask.
Mom, shells are rushing in my chest.

Mom, you will understand everything, I know for sure:
how can you tear into pieces
How can the life path experience for strength,
How everything inside hurts from such a longing.

Mom, sorry, never be happy.
I'm trying without a bullet in my forehead every day.
Mom, understand, I once fell in love with him.
Mom, imagine, and he could not love.

Mom, although you can not be proud of the daughter:
I do not have any honor on the board.
Just think somehow late at night
That I will at least know how to love like that.