Текст песни Марк Котляр - Про маму

Mom sleeps, she is tired
And so I did not interfere
I tied me to bed
And I unleashed the rope

Mom sleeps, snoring like a horse
And I go to her room
And in their thin palms
I carry benzopil

Mom sleeps, and I am above my mother
Quietly stood with a chainsaw
We have long dreamed of dad
Strong the life of the idol

That will come from the work of dad
And his surprise is waiting here
On the bed of mom
Will not understand where the top is where the bottom

We in the ullas will lay out mom
Hands, legs, head
We take and break
Under the birch of the pond

Stand out a little bit miserable
Good word remember the mother!
And when home back home
Dad will sleep too!