СТ - Целуйте руки матерям
текст песни

We rarely say the words of love to our mothers,
I ask you, kiss the hands of your mothers,
Our destinies are woven from birth, to death,
Many do not know, a real maternal share
How they pumped us, affectionately in their hands
They kept us tightly, at the first unsettled steps
In the name of that love, sometimes nights were not filled up,
No one will warm as mothers warmed,
Gave their tenderness, we are everywhere and everywhere,
Supported us, but we are not in charge of an hour
We answer them with rudeness, wringing our hands
And here is the mother ... Why do they have these torments?
We are growing up, and for granted, having accepted,
Love and affection, and maternal care
We feed adults to them, as if knowing everything,
We dare to teach them, and take them up on them ...

Kiss your hands to mothers .... until it's too late ... After all, the time is negligible .... so that you don’t have to fall at the tomb to your hands .... Kiss your hands now even if you wake up ...

In their problems, the roundness of the dates is used to waiting,
To congratulate them, politely and subtly,
About the hands of mothers, as in old age they tremble,
Holding a familiar letter from his child,
Mom - and immediately pops up in memory,
Waiting for your mother, and you will not become your children?
And our mothers do not need to explain anything
Why eyes are jealous if mothers can hug us,
There, still graying the strand appeared,
And youth had long disappeared behind the horizon,
There are more wrinkles, smoke only myself.
We were about months ... And my mother waited ... I waited ..
We are in a hurry to live, and our mothers silently and again
Proud of our every moment, star,
Stop, and your love, give to mothers ...
It’s not too late yet ...