Текст песни A-wan - Мама

Pictures from the last black and white film
You are in the past now repeat one
To get drunk to forget to forget about everything
But the past is the past, it pulls
He tormented my soul, and old wounds
 Hear my soul cries Mom
He is gone from me to spit on everything
Fuck it as your son lives
Not enough native you on top
I cried a small give me back my mother
Then I was small and did not understand
What is the most valuable thing I have lost
Now I do not think Mom
What do you deserved blow to fucked
Not easy in childhood was a kid
Constant fights and yard punks
I'm in third grade started smoking
So it was easier to forget you
Never would never forget the friends
They helped to understand themselves
If not for them, I would have immediately broken
Without them, I'm like a broken vase
Life put me on my knees often
I often get lost in its space
The soul will not let anyone
I'm probably too early to look for the very
You know that my mother, I decided to tell
I do not care how the fuck you!