Текст песни ВИА Камертон - Памяти матери

Once, in childhood, I wandered home from school,
Ahead was the resentment
But you touched your hand, your tender hand,
And I heard your words:

"Everything will pass, formed,
And fate will come to its senses
Everything will pass, shallow,
Flour will become white "

I'm seventeen my phone is silent
And I smoke darker ....
But you will come quietly and talk to me
And your words of friends will come:

"Everything will pass, formed,
And fate will come to its senses
Everything will pass, shallow,
Flour will become white "

Here I am an adult, my son screams,
He has his own affairs
But I’m leaning over him and I’ll smile at him,
And I will tell him your words:

"Everything will pass, formed,
And fate will come to its senses
Everything will pass, shallow,
Flour will become white "