Текст песни Светлана Копылова - Ненаглядная Ма...

A simple note from a few lines:
"Lunch on the table, eat better, son.
Leave the dishes, everything wash my own "
It was signed: "Your beloved Ma!"

Note fell out of old books,
And once he remembered a moment of joy,
When late at night, I went up to the threshold,
You smiled at me: "Well, hello, my son!"

In the kitchen, arms around each other, drank tea together,
We laughed and argued about everything.
For a long time between us barbed darkness
She left young "beloved Ma ..."

Quickly melted the candle,
I was always in trouble substituting shoulder.
In my hands - an old piece of paper ...
"Hey, Ma? Grayer your favorite son ... "