Текст песни Дитячі пісні - Дорослий син

An adult son and can be pleased
And involuntarily the sadness of the cucumber.
Why do children grow up so fast?
And no one asks mothers.
And now it is time to announce our separation
And my son from fate will not run away
For that, I can no longer hold my hand
And even lean on his shoulder.
Refrain.
Adult synagogue feeling
To me, he is always a small child
It was because of him that I realized
I understood the meaning of life.

Maybe I'm not the best mother
The cold wind casts doubt on the blood
But what can I give my son
Only love, only love.
And the treasure is the biggest, you know my little son
All these years I kept in the closet
This tiny little Batista shirt
Which one brought you home.

The chorus is the same.
Loss.

Temptations, obstacles, judgments
But we know one thing with you
I will never be ashamed
For you my son before men.
A flock of cranberries in the sky
The heavy tear on the eyelashes will forbid
I release my son into the world
Fly, my boy,
Good luck to you.