Текст песни MoSHkin - Мама роди меня с крыльями

Words and music: Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin

Mom parents me with wings

From the height of all perfectly clear
High rising, I see everything,
To understand where, what, who.
Maybe there and you hear.

High sun below the clouds,
Warm rays caressing his back, went limp.
Is reduced, so is safer,
To iron on the "bird" is not "Peck"
Oh ... e ...
  
tutti
  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  Next.
  Rodi me with wings
  About th ... ... I want it now

  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  I like birds,
  I want to fly and live!
  Oh ... e .... in color lightning!

guitar solo

  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  Next.
  Rodi me with wings
  About th ... ... I want it now

  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  I like birds,
  I want to fly and live!
  Oh ... e .... in color lightning!

synthesizer solo

  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  Next.
  Rodi me with wings
  About th ... ... I want it now

  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  I like birds,
  I want to fly and live!
  Oh ... e .... in color lightning!

guitar solo

Children are like chicks,
Feed them, cherish. A....
The time will come.
They flutter from the nest
And ... vanish into thin air.
You will not regret?
A....

  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  Next.
  Rodi me with wings
  About her....

  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  I like birds,
  I want to fly and live!
  About th ... ... Oh ... ha ha ....

  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  Next.
  Rodi me with wings
  Oh ... e ...

  Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma
  I'm like a bird
  I want to fly and live!
  Oh ... e ...

April 9, 2015
from the album "I protest against the old" 2015