Текст песни Залина Пшихачева - Мама

Everything that happens in life with us
We somehow strangely divide in half:
Kohl joy - celebrate with friends,
With trouble we come to mothers.

We are busy with care and affairs.
And day after day in a stream of fuss
We don’t often think about mom
And too rarely give her flowers.

We carry our diseases to mom
We’re going to share insults to her,
We draw wrinkles for her ourselves
Forgiveness, forgetting to ask.

We rarely hug mom
We forgot how to kiss mom
And to call, sometimes, we forget her,
And there is no time to write a letter.

But mom still loves us
Whatever happens, she will not betray.
She will forgive, the resentment will be forgotten,
And give your heart to us in full!

When you leave mom again
Warming up from her warmth of love
Whisper in her ear:
"Forgive me for everything, dear, I love you, I beg you, live!"