Текст песни Иван Кучин - Мостик

I remember: Father with a knife and drunk,
Mother in tears, and I still kid -
We run, and a wooden bridge
Through the river - also like drunk.
And on Tom Bridge, I swore mom:
I will not drink, grow big.
Bridge wooden knew,
I fell, the mother rushed after me ...

I will not find myself today.
My mother, like a twig in winter,
Everything stretched to the sky
Everything stretched to the sky ...
The kingdom of heaven
And the rest of her under crude land.
The kingdom of heaven
And the rest of her under crude land.

Follow, I drank, smoked and fought,
How did not swear to keep my words.
Many times I lost in life
And only the mother rushed after me.
It was hot - more or less
Years - as the words of those - do not come back ...
I just never beat women
Never enough for the knife.

I will not find myself today.
My mother, like a twig in winter,
Everything stretched to the sky
Everything stretched to the sky ...
The kingdom of heaven
And the rest of her under crude land.
The kingdom of heaven
And the rest of her under crude land.