Текст песни Николай Рахматулин - Прости Мама

Hi moms, I am writing a letter I know the ambush home
Do not believe them words I just needed
I promise call at a convenient moment
Or you yourself will know everything from the morning newspaper

Here is such a son grew up
He did not assume this life the main lesson
For the fact that garbage tramples forgive moms
They want my freedom but I will not give it

You gave me life I all traded on Miragei
Sorry for these chokes, sorry for the sea lies
You told you bad friends can not live
The criminal world is my luck, God's judge

In that matter, I could not live a penny
And got on this way even when was very small
Nobody pushed me it's only my mistake
I didn't know that this world is like Sandy Sand

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Surviving waiting for prison you understand myself
In this impasse, not to go crazy
Let the knife in the hand stand to the end
The path in the distance would only bring to the Creator
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My life is one big escape to nowhere
No matter in the yard summer snow run always
It's like a game, but the rate is so high as a cloud
It's easy to lose here if not hard hand

And I again in shit for green cloth
All like in the movie bad guy robs casino
Another wine gland is superfluous, but it's not easier from it
So it happened for my mistakes fade liver

I drowned everything in an absinthe bottle
My life in pursuit of the next cent
Started every time on the other side of the law
And I shouted for you crying zone

And today the card lay no in the suit
Not enough Fart Yes and spit tired of playing
And again the tail from the police sirens
Life under the slope would be the film would be on the Happing End

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Surviving waiting for prison you understand myself
In this impasse, not to go crazy
Let the knife in the hand stand to the end
The path in the distance would only bring to the Creator

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I want like first moms as in childhood
Belt by hand for stolen apples next door
Plus home arrest for two days
Right now everything is more serious and no longer up to joke

I'm not looking for a neighbor for threw bike
And not a district cop for a broken document
A whole pack of wolves after me and at night and day
Catch up will not be stuffed to eat alive

At my death weight exactly nine grams
From the kneading I do not get sorry for mom
So I do not boast before the neighbor
So it's better right now than half a century in a cage

The bullet in the heart got blurring clothes
Sorry did not justify any of your hopes
And engineer as you dreamed I did not become
I played a roulette with fate but lost