You know, my mother and I stopped singing.
Mom, I'm sorry, I do procuration voice.
Look, I have nowhere else to grow
My adult life has developed out of the black bars
You dreamed, I know, that to my children and family,
That life has developed, two-bedroom apartment.
Mom, I'm sorry I did not call you back ...
But where I family? I myself am leaving the world ...
Sorry, I'm gone, I know that he is a good,
The flowers, and that is on my hands.
And me, Mom, again caught a passerby ...
Those who fall in her green eyes.
Mom, I'm sorry, again, I get drunk coffee,
And to stupor at night compose poems.
Mom, I have not slept again, as I feel bad ...
Again deuce for a couple. Not learned. I'm sorry.
Mom, do not cry, you're really the best.
It's me, good for nothing, just go crazy ...
I'm looking for him, Mom, I'm waiting on a case by case basis.
You do not ask, Mom, I'll tell myself.
You know, Mom, but I would have to him now
The gray of the long rainy road lanes ...
Mom, I'm sorry I did not call you back ...
Mom, I'm sorry, I do procuration voice ...