Текст песни Владимир Сперанский - Мама

Hundreds of times left, forgetting about the house,
Then to friends, then to a friend, closing the door.
You looked after me, worrying about me,
And waited until the morning, forgetting about peace.

I was stubborn. I was so young and hot
And I did not know, I did not hear my mother, I'm your crying.
And you waited, dropping tears to bed,
In my room ... In my room ... Mom ...

I shared with you and trouble, and good luck,
Fucking never caressed fate.
And in hard days, sometimes almost crying,
I returned to you, my mother.