Mama
Mne trudno peredat' slovami
Te chuvstva, chto vo mne zhivut
Kak ob`yasnit' vse ved' nochami
Zasnut' razdum'ya ne dayut
Tebya ya vspominayu, mama,
Rodnaya, milaya prosti
Za to, chto byl vsegda upryam ya
Izbral ternistye puti.
Prosti, rodnaya, za razluku
Za pis'ma redkie moi
Ya myslenno tebe celuyu ruku
I guby szhatye tvoi
Ya chasto plachu vspominaya, kak obizhal poroj tebya
Prosti menya, moya rodnaya, v poslednij raz prosti lyubya
Kak mnogo tak ne ponimal ya, kak mnogo mne esh`yo ponyat'
Navernoe lyubil ya malo kol' vsyozh ne smog lyubov' poznat'
Prosti, rodnaya, za razluku
Za pis'ma redkie moi
Ya myslenno tebe celuyu ruku
I guby szhatye tvoi
Tvoyu lyubov', lyubov' bez mery, tvoi nadezhdy i mechty
Prosti za derzkie manery iz - za chego grustila ty
Teper' o zhizni bol'she znayu, ya mnogoe sumel ponyat'
Tvoyu zabotu vspominayu i tak hochu tebya obnyat'
Prosti, rodnaya, za razluku
Za pis'ma redkie moi
Ya myslenno tebe celuyu ruku
I guby szhatye tvoi
Prosti, rodnaya, za razluku
Za pis'ma redkie moi
Ya myslenno tebe celuyu ruku
I guby szhatye tvoi
Mama
It's hard for me to put into words
The feelings that live inside me
How can I explain it all when at night
Thoughts won't let me sleep
I think of you, Mama,
My dear, sweet, forgive me
For always being so stubborn
I chose the rough paths.
Forgive me, dear, for the distance
For my rare letters
I mentally kiss your hand
And your lips that I miss
I often cry remembering how I hurt you
Forgive me, my dear, for the last time, forgive me with love
How much I didn't understand, how much I still need to learn
I probably loved you little since I couldn't grasp love at all
Forgive me, dear, for the distance
For my rare letters
I mentally kiss your hand
And your lips that I miss
Your love, love without measure, your hopes and dreams
Forgive me for my rude ways that made you sad
Now I know more about life, I've managed to understand a lot
I remember your care and I just want to hug you
Forgive me, dear, for the distance
For my rare letters
I mentally kiss your hand
And your lips that I miss
Forgive me, dear, for the distance
For my rare letters
I mentally kiss your hand
And your lips that I miss