Текст песни 1983 год - Мама сшила рубашку

My mother sewed a shirt on that memorable year,
Although stitching has never studied.
Who was born in a shirt, has a reputation for a happy -
With me it happened.
Winked fate in September, it is clear to me,
As it is now known for certain.
Petrograd side of his golden
I sang very, very first song.
I habits - Dad, and Dad from her face,
Grateful for the grace of fortune,
As could have another father and,
If that bullet had killed.
Until recently, I lived a bad kid,
Until recently, the grandson was considered.
When dented to the ground, I went to her grandmother in the house
And without restraint in the green childhood I bathed.
I am lucky, even if not lucky,
According to an old proverb I live.
Hood no lining - nothing will not tell the people,
Knowing his life difficult.
And so I'm not afraid of anything:
No libel, no money, no fights,
And so I too often laugh
Even if I want to cry.
My mother sewed a shirt on that memorable year,
Although stitching has never studied.
Who was born in a shirt, has a reputation for a happy -
With me it happened.