Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Родина

We are born in sin and lawlessness
From different frivolous fathers,
And our mother is under the room of bell tower
Did not go from the temple with a new ring:

In heavy fights beat and screamed
And lips straight to wet brow ...
And after - newborn woven
In a rag on a gray knocked floor.

She rarely slapped at home
Although rushing forever in fuss ...
And the spoon was sometimes standing,
But they were feeding pieces, not children.

And we grew up hungry puppies,
And neither to raw nor cry not a mog.
Someone without guilt - yes cumas
Someone without merit - yes pies.

And not-love, and not-concern was stumbled
In her stood eyes ...
And terrible sainted
On the faded caught images ...

And grew pasta
From the Melnogi, who has taken away its own.
She, wheezing and coughing, moves away.
And we stand and look at it.