Текст песни Лиля Буджурова - Некупленный билет

In that year, the summer was hot ,
But this is not in my memory ...
Dying old Tatar
Away from their homeland .

Panting, one requested
Or in his delirium , Or in a dream :
& quot; Children , I ask , a piece of the Crimean
Show me before his death & quot ;.

With the Black Sea water bottle
Knocked down slowly to the eyes -
Shakes his head , only vein
Struggled , closing the way to tears .

Her daughter a slice of pear tray
Mom Crimean see & quot; Beer & quot ;!
& quot; No, my daughter, my piece of Crimea
I told you yesterday.

Call son as soon as possible ,
He took me probably understand
Son : - " under your heart warmed ,
Put me on a plane. "

I 'll be able to even get out of bed
And legs to walk taxi
To see the Crimea , you really
God will not give me the strength for this ? ! .

Went from close eye hiding ,
( How would pouverenney step? )
And then sat at home , crying ,
Gathering strength , to lie.

Back : & quot; Mom, no ticket ,
Mother desperately looking dumb.
Because you know , my dear, that in the summer
It is impossible to get tickets to the Crimea ,

& quot; I do not believe . Ask neighbors ,
Another one with influential relatives ,
I was there God will ask to trouble
Bypassed their family party.

He left and came back again ,
Each time repeating the & quot; no & quot ;,
Mother really no longer reproached tin
Just look burned : & quot; Where's my ticket ? & Quot;

And then : & quot; Shut up , son, I know ,
What kind of mother you wish ,
Only your brother that was killed in May ,
He would have got me a ticket home .

Hurry up, I'm no longer able to
Death beg of every day ,
Children , I ask , a piece of the Crimean
Show me before he died !

How much pain can cut the soul!
Enough , mother, shut up , do not say ...
Died with open eyes waiting
And with his hand outstretched toward the door.

I know: all the hard way ,
Enough of many mothers and troubles , and years ,
But I ask you , the people , for God's sake ,
Give our mothers ticket.