Марк Котляр - Про маму
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Mom is sleeping, she's tired
And so that I do not interfere with her
I tied me to the bed
And I untied the rope

Mom sleeps, snoring like a horse
And I'm going to her room
And in their thin palms
I carry a chainsaw

Mom is sleeping, and I'm over my mother
He got up quietly with a chainsaw
We have long dreamed with dad
Heal life idle

Here dad will come from work
And a surprise awaits him here
Parts of mom on the bed
You will not understand where the top is the bottom

We will put my mother into the cats
Arms, legs, head
Let's take and bury
Under the birch by the pond

We’ll stand a little, remember
With a good word, remember the mother!
And when we return home
Dad will go to bed too!