Олег Газманов, Александр Маршал - Мама-Родина
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She was not a glamor
And with the genealogy not very
And I didn't think how to be happy with her
Worked day and night
I was engaged at all at once and us
Raised us of the worships of the young
How could she feed and dress
The latter gave
We were capricious our nose turned back
And she always taught us to think
Sometimes she gave jeans and chewing gum
Only we wanted more and a lot
And we thought she was mistaken
They spoke a shame about her
And she looked in the eye silently
And, sighing, then left for good
Homeland, mom my homeland
My Soviet Motherland, my mother forgive
Homeland, mom my homeland
My Soviet Motherland, my mother forgive
Not fed a truffle with Parmesan
Only what is, but there were books
We escorted us to music and sport
Tired, but helped in everything
Sent units into the sea and into service
To institutes, space, Olympiads
And she taught us to achieve everything
Set goals and bold
And we thought she was mistaken
They spoke a shame about her
And she looked in the eye silently
And, sighing, then left for good
Homeland, mom my homeland
My Soviet Motherland, my mother forgive
Homeland, mom my homeland
My Soviet Motherland, my mother forgive
Homeland, mom my homeland
My Soviet Motherland, my mother forgive
Homeland, mom my homeland
My Soviet Motherland, my mother forgive