Mama
Prosti menya, mama, za to, shto vyros rano
Za to, shto bol' prichinyal za ranoi rana
Prosti menya mama, ya vo mnogom vinovat
Prosti, shto ya ne stal kak starshii brat
Moya jizn' mama, kak cherno-beloe kino
Vse vrode by neplokho, no vsegda est' odno "NO"
Ponyat' ne legko pochemu vse imenno tak
Imenno tak i ne inache. Shto eto znachit ? Pojelai mne udachi, Mama!
Menya zovet doroga, ty slezy pryachesh', Mama, menya ne budet dolgo
Ya znayu, znaesh', Mama, ya znayu verish', mama, ty verila i verish' v menya
I eto ne malo i kogda sbivala sud'ba menya s nog
Skvoz' bol' i otchayanie slyshal golos: "Vstavay, synok!"
Etu balladu ya posvyaschayu vsem materyam, shto svoyu lyubov' daryat nam
Skaji mne, Mama, skol'ko stoit moya jizn'
Moya jizn' - eto drama, moya dusha nesetsya vvys'
Skaji mne, Mama, skol'ko stoit moya jizn'
Moya jizn' - eto drama, moya dusha nesetsya vvys'
V samye trudnye minuty moei jizni, kogda smert' podhodila ochen' blizko
Zvezdy iskrami padali s neba i mysli o tebe, Mama, kak luchik sveta
V poiskakh otveta, v poiskakh puti
Ya sobirayu vse sily i prodoljayu idti
Za vse prosti menya, Mama, ya byl vo mnogom vinovat
No vse ostalos' v proshlom - vremya ne vernut' nazad
Pytayus' vstat' s kolen, nemnogo pripodnyat'sya
No shto-to mne meshaet ot zemli otorvat'sya
Molyus'.. Day mne sil Boje ponyat', shto menya trevojit, kto mne pomojet
Byt' mojet, Boje, moya vera slaba, no gde by ya ne byl ya pomnyu eti slova
Prosti za to, shto ya tebe ikh redko govoryu: MAMA YA TEBYA LYUBLYU!
Skaji mne, Mama, skol'ko stoit moya jizn'
Moya jizn' - eto drama, moya dusha nesetsya vvys'
Skaji mne, Mama, skol'ko stoit moya jizn'
Moya jizn' - eto drama, moya dusha nesetsya vvys'
Mama
Forgive me, mom, for growing up early
For causing pain with an early start
Forgive me, mom, I'm largely to blame
Forgive me for not being like the older brother
My life, mom, is like a black and white movie
Everything seems not bad, but there's always a 'NO'
It's not easy to understand why everything is just like that
Just like that and not otherwise. What does it mean? Wish me luck, Mom!
The road calls me, you hide tears, Mom, I won't be around for long
I know, you know, Mom, I know you believe, Mom, you believed and still believe in me
And that's not little and when fate knocked me down
Through pain and despair, I heard a voice: 'Get up, son!'
I dedicate this ballad to all mothers who give us their love
Tell me, Mom, how much is my life worth
My life is a drama, my soul soars high
Tell me, Mom, how much is my life worth
My life is a drama, my soul soars high
In the toughest minutes of my life, when death was very close
Stars fell from the sky like sparks and thoughts of you, Mom, like a ray of light
In search of answers, in search of a way
I gather all my strength and keep going
Forgive me for everything, Mom, I was largely to blame
But everything remains in the past - time won't turn back
Trying to get up from my knees, lift myself up a bit
But something prevents me from detaching from the ground
I pray.. Give me strength, God, to understand what troubles me, who will help me
Maybe, God, my faith is weak, but wherever I am, I remember these words
Forgive me for rarely saying them to you: MOM I LOVE YOU!
Tell me, Mom, how much is my life worth
My life is a drama, my soul soars high
Tell me, Mom, how much is my life worth
My life is a drama, my soul soars high