мила стих - мама
текст песни

Well, what are you sleeping and you are waiting stubbornly?
No need. Forget your worries.
I am no longer sixteen, mom!
I am more! And this is perhaps the point.

I know, it happened in the world,
And I even anticipate your answer,
That children are always children for their mother,
Let them at least twenty, at least thirty years

And yet, over the years, former means
Somehow they should change.
And previous supervision and control, as in childhood,
Already offensive and not needed.

After all, there is, well, something very personal!
When they are forced: tell me yes! -
Then this is often in addition to hunting
You are forced to resort to lies.

My dear, don't look tired!
Our love is stronger now.
Well, have you raised me badly?
Believe me, please, believe me very much!

And in fear, let your heart not beat,
After all, I will not fall in love in a mouth,
I will not go to meet anyone,
I will not contact a bad company.

And I will not climb somewhere in the hole,
Ku will meet trouble on the way,
I will immediately come for advice, mom,
I will immediately feel and come.

Once you have to be bolder, after all,
And if sometimes I will do wrong
Well, then I will be smarter later,
And better a bruise than a glass cap.

Let your hands kiss your hands
The kindest in the whole world.
No, mom, I am jealous,
Children, they are not forever children!

And don't sit at the window stubbornly,
Preparing the question in the shower.
I am no longer sixteen, mom.
Understand. And look at me seriously.

I ask you: throw away sadness from your heart,
And let the anxiety not sharpen you.
Do not be afraid, dear. I'll be back soon!
Sleep, mom. Speak is tight. Goodnight!

I was born in another millennium,
In the century beautiful, not simple.
They read everything in it. Children laughed in it,
But poverty - did not led to the house;
Other were values ​​than today,
Everyone admired the Jaconde without words
And they didn’t look, I remember, "Davinki code",
And they were not alien to sincere poems.
I was born in another millennium ...
Pushkin, Mozart, Burns and Bach lived in it,
Tsvetaeva was even read by children
Went barefoot Yesenin there in meadows,
There Isadora tossed the dance,
Plisetskaya captivated with beauty,
Ranevskaya was jokingly joked ...
I would go to the past ...
Fellini, Kurosava and Tarkovsky,
Juliet Mazina - Beautiful and Mila ...
And remember, there was still Paustovsky?
There Bella Akhmadulina lived.
Listing is pointless and for a long time:
Tolstoy and Chekhov, Bredbury - an eccentric,
And how did Zykina sing to us about the Volga ...
Andrey Rublev, Veretsky, Pasternak ...
Perhaps there is a discrepancy in tastes-
Understand, I'm not talking about that ...
Are there many arts concerned?
We live in the age of the Rio.
How many those who watered us with love,
Without demanding regalia and awards ...
I remember: the last century was flooded ...
But still - I want to go back there ...
I was born in another millennium ...
Or maybe - in the dimension of another? ..
And sometimes, waking up at dawn,
I understand that I stayed in him.