Текст песни Ира Ежова - Туманы-туманы

Now friends, I will tell you
How I ruined my childhood
Only citizens who do not bother me
I'll sing this case.

Father, mother and daughter lived happily
But changeable bad luck
Mocked orphan -
Mother lay in the damp grave.

Father daughter loved after his mother
But there was not a long grace
He found a new wife:
"Here's your daughter new mother!"

Chorus:

Fog-fog,
Give me back my mother
Mom home,
Native mine.

Step-mother hated
Eight-year first litter
But it does not hurt
And the task of the father asked.

With all my heart I love you sweetheart
I only live with you not being able to
Talking to you is ashamed
To live with you stopping me daughter.

Or kill her, il to give shelter
Just do all this quickly
And I do not go then
And one will live happier.

Chorus:

It smelled of herbs, chill in the shade
At the grave the baby began to call
I do not want to go with the Pope
But I wanted to visit my mother.

It smelled of herbs, stuffiness circle
Suddenly the father of her daughter began to call:
"You go, come to me dear,
I want you to say something.

Say goodbye to her mother's grave
About my daughter, too, forget
Lace Take some bread with salt,
And go to the orphanage! "