Текст песни Карпачева Ксения - Мам

1 I wanted to write a song about my mother,
But various poets have already said all the words.
And I didn't want to repeat any of them.
I will always be small with my mother
And as soon as he calls, I'll run soon,
That's why I wrote her all these words.

Chorus:
Mom, forgive me for growing up
And the twenty-eighth autumn has already passed,
How I first saw my house.
Mom, maybe I'll come to you tomorrow
And we are in the kitchen for more than an hour
Do we "sit" on various topics?

2 I began to understand you a little late
And not often gave flowers on his birthday.
And there were times when we didn't talk every day.
And every time she hugs me
We will remember the past together with her
We cry with joy that we have these memories.

Chorus.
Mom, forgive me for growing up
And the twenty-eighth autumn has already passed,
How I first saw my house.
Mom, maybe I'll come to you tomorrow
And we are in the kitchen for more than one hour
Do we "sit" on various topics?

Loss

3 I thank you for what I can do
And thank you for what I understand
Those things that are not explained even in books.
May there always be a guardian angel near you
And I, too, will always wander somewhere nearby,
Schaub does not measure our lives in phone calls.

Chorus 2 times
Mom, forgive me for growing up
And the twenty-eighth autumn has already passed,
How I first saw my house.
Mom, maybe I'll come to you tomorrow
And we are in the kitchen for more than an hour
Do we "sit" on various topics?