mad - Плачет Мама
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MaD - Плачет Мама
Вроде все нормально, обычное утро
Сын ещё спит, ему в постели уютно
Мама стоит у плиты, готовит ему кушать
Его матерные треки она не любит слушать
Сынок проснулся и на учёбу убежал
А его завтрак на столе все так и лежал
Парень он хорший и учится не плохо
Много есть друзей и далеко не лох он
Он приходит домой, сильно уставший
Его голос прокурен и давно упавший
Он спросит как обычно "Мама, есть что покушать?"
А её внутри слёзы расставания душат
"Конечно есть", - она тихо отвечает
Мама в сыне, своей души не чает
Он поел и пошёл в комнату резко
А на его столе лежала повестка
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И плачет мама, сына забрали на войну
И плачет мама, не факт , что назад вернут
И плачет мама, днями и ночами
А на востоке война детей с палачами
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Не плачь, мамуля, буду тебе звонить
Пока не оборвется моей жизни нить
Если мне суждено погибнуть за отчизну
То ничего не сделать, ведь это чей то бизнес
Надо ехать, раз уж получил повестку
Собрал рюкзак, и взял фотографий несколько
Еду на восток, а в голове пусто
В сердце беспокойно и немножко грустно
Мне дали пулемёт, и ленту патронов
Ведь у дяди одного упадёт корона
Если он не будет совать свой нос туда
Где ходят наши корабли и поезда
Его место давно уже греют в аду
Я буду тут стоять, пока не упаду
Мои братья рядом, нас не разобьют
Чашу воли и правды я не разолью
Mad - Mom crying
Everything seems to be fine, ordinary morning
The son is still sleeping, he is comfortable in bed
Mom stands at the stove, prepares him to eat
She does not like to listen to his obscene tracks
The son woke up and ran away to study
And his breakfast on the table was all that way
He is a khoreti guy and is not badly studying
There are many friends and far from a sucker
He comes home, very tired
His voice is smoked and long fallen
He will ask as usual "mom, is there something to eat?"
And her tears of parting inside are blowing
“Of course there is,” she answers quietly
Mom in her son, her soul does not bow
He ate and went into the room sharply
And on his table lay a summons
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And mom cries, the son was taken to war
And mom cries, not the fact that they will return back
And mom cries, days and nights
And in the east the war of children with executioners
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Do not cry, mommy, I will call you
Until my life breaks the thread
If I am destined to die for my homeland
Then nothing to do, because this is someone's business
I have to go, since I got a summons
Collected a backpack, and took the photos a few
I'm going to the east, and in my head is empty
The heart is restless and a little sad
They gave me a machine gun, and the tape of cartridges
After all, the uncle of one will fall the crown
If he does not poke his nose there
Where our ships and trains go
His place has long been warm in hell
I will stand here until I fall
My brothers are nearby, they will not break us
I will not display a bowl of will and truth
Everything seems to be fine, ordinary morning
The son is still sleeping, he is comfortable in bed
Mom stands at the stove, prepares him to eat
She does not like to listen to his obscene tracks
The son woke up and ran away to study
And his breakfast on the table was all that way
He is a khoreti guy and is not badly studying
There are many friends and far from a sucker
He comes home, very tired
His voice is smoked and long fallen
He will ask as usual "mom, is there something to eat?"
And her tears of parting inside are blowing
“Of course there is,” she answers quietly
Mom in her son, her soul does not bow
He ate and went into the room sharply
And on his table lay a summons
----------
And mom cries, the son was taken to war
And mom cries, not the fact that they will return back
And mom cries, days and nights
And in the east the war of children with executioners
----------
Do not cry, mommy, I will call you
Until my life breaks the thread
If I am destined to die for my homeland
Then nothing to do, because this is someone's business
I have to go, since I got a summons
Collected a backpack, and took the photos a few
I'm going to the east, and in my head is empty
The heart is restless and a little sad
They gave me a machine gun, and the tape of cartridges
After all, the uncle of one will fall the crown
If he does not poke his nose there
Where our ships and trains go
His place has long been warm in hell
I will stand here until I fall
My brothers are nearby, they will not break us
I will not display a bowl of will and truth
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