Текст песни MUFASA - Спасибо маме

I was born the poet thanks to my mother for it
For what I did, thanks to the streets.
I thank the enemies for all plots gossip.
And for the health of loved ones, thanks to the Heaven.

I did not come here to create a bike
I like many words needed, light, zabak and bread.
Who are you in life? I am a musician and poet.
Silhouette screaming into a microphone that thinks.

Come on the purity, I'm just a unit.
And so as not to sleep longing at night iron.
Is it useful and correctly. Verko?
After all, mom is so calmer to sleep, and I feel bad

About what deceived it already
And the phrase is all in order found another color.
Week, yes at work, mothers are busy now.
In one hand, the tube, another stack of shook.

And at the next table I'm waiting for me,
Against the background of screams and hum, tobacco smoke and Safita light.
I changed the dream and home comfort.
I threw the one that I love, and I say forgotten.

But talk and think different things, especially
Firewood was not small, in the mirror sissing
And if life is a game in comparison with zebra.
I chose a black cat and I do not believe in signs.

I was born the poet thanks to my mother for it
For what I did, thanks to the streets.
I thank the enemies for all plots gossip.
And for the health of loved ones, thanks to the Heaven.