Текст песни Ундервуд - Дитя мое

My child,
We smoke mummy,
Above us dry
Someone's clothes,
Below us the stones.
The world is full of wonders,
And I myself created a miracle his own!
My child,
You sharpening tip in someone's heart
Plunged a spear.
Little pepper -
And this story.
You beasts, gentlemen!
Gentlemen, you beasts!

But the mother loves the child, and the child loves his mother.
Turbines are able to push the eyes,
Rotate the love across the sky,
Forcing nature to weep.
Child loves his mother, and we do not understand,
That the world is as simple as a kiss.
Poplyuy, poplyuy. Ask how to call.
Child loves his mother.

My child,
I'll give you the name of Toshiba
Or Sanyo.
But we Slavs!
Carnation in wine.
Trezveyut samurai because we drink ...
My child,
Dowry your wind blows.
Rust spear ...
On a white light
There is an eternal law:
Careless junk adds raw materials.

But the mother loves the child, and the child loves his mother.
Turbines are able to push the eyes,
Rotate the love across the sky,
Forcing nature to weep.
Child loves his mother, and we do not understand,
That the world is as simple as a kiss.
Poplyuy, poplyuy. Ask how to call.
Child loves his mother.