Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Мама

To the spectral on the book "What is it for Balagan?"

Ways, I saw a lot in my life,
But I remember that yesterday,
As we stood at the threshold,
And as friends were noisy from the courtyard.

You scarf on the neck tightly tightened
And the mittens began to wear,
So that I did not figure the soul on the road,
So, together with her, I do not pick up my hands.

I walked. Flashed years and weeks.
I conflict a lot of eyes.
But only yours always go to the trail -
What I and where I did not get out.

I was sometimes hard in the life of a hard drive.
I was broken with a lie in a difficult life I.
Give a nearby star
You, vito, fell me.

I ran from the life of that ridiculous -
Fled to you, and you, my soul,
Yesterday I went to my way on the sky,
Did not wait for a disturbed me.