Текст песни Дэн Дягилев - Мама

Mum
Your son asks you to help

He just walked through this door
And the night slammed behind him
He returned home and talked kol
He put a bottle in which Pain splashes
Lit a cigarette and Sadness along with the smoke
Suddenly, eagerly and caustically grabbed the eyes
And squeezed in a vice and on the cheek
Tosca rolled down like a drop


Mum
Your son has only grown a little
From cigarettes to cigarettes

From milk to cognac
From fabulous schemes to cut veins
From the word "baby" to warming roofs
From lullabies to bed women
Before Brahmaloka dreams, before blues and rock
From warm tears to closed eyes

To words and phrases, from childhood dreams

Mum
Your son is just a little tired

He did not sleep for several days
I sang little I drank a lot
And then he said that he was looking for the ideal
And I almost found it, but some kind of impudent
Broke and broke, crippled, smashed
What he did. And now he's alone
Pours wine over its wounds and pain
Communal King

Mum
Your son just lost his way
He pulled a tangle of nerves in a loop behind
And lost my soul, trying to find
The path that leads home. He counted and paid
He tried to understand where he was not and was

And he got lost again. The brain wanted to rest
Forgetting about sleep, he trampled on a new path
And when finally he thought he was in love for the first time
His Heart went astray again
Which he paved

Mum
I just want to
Not much warmth, not much good

Not much love, love without war
Love just like that, without tears and without fights
Invaluable Friends, Not Valuable People
And how, tell me, to be honest is simple
In the absence of lies, without falsity, sin
Just for the good, just for the warmth

Mom, I haven't asked for so long
Mom, I just need a little strength