Текст песни Тимур Спб - мама

in a robed gown
From a bright colored fiber
In a hospital overcrowded room
A woman is standing, crying at the window.

It no one comforts -
Everyone is aware of the reason for these tears.
A neighbor in the ward visits,
And she, only once, my son brought a robe.

About forgotten slippers, said embarrassed:
"I'll bring it tomorrow ... Will you be patient, Mom?"
- Of course, I'll wait. I'm on the prick
And in woolen socks I can lie.
Where should I go? There is not much space.
Eat nurse will bring.
I was so worn out by the disease,
What would I just lie on, let's rest.

My son sighed, looked away to the side:
- Here ... You see ... It's up to you ...
All this is very confusing and subtle ...
But do not think ill of me!
You have an empty apartment
And my wife and I thought,
What are you there, here ... One ... Sick ...
You will recover - we will take you.
And the grandchildren will be happy, you know,
They do not like you, Mom!
All! It's decided! You're moving to us!
Your apartment will be sold!

He got the papers, he said without a doubt:
-I thought it all over, trust me, Mom ...
As soon as we see improvements,
From here you will immediately go to live with us.

What do you say here? He's her son, her own blood ...
And grandchildren, for their sake, and worth living!
And she signed, not suspecting,
How everything really is.

Days pass, weeks pass by ...
My son is gone. And it is unlikely he will come.
The woman was humbled and sorry ...
But who and what does not understand?

And every day she is weakening
And at night more and more often a dream,
As a porridge in the morning, my son heats,
But he cries and does not want to eat.

And the first steps
And the word that he said the first time,
And the first scratches,
And a kindergarten,
and school-first class ...

Doctors are silent, trying that there are forces
Although somehow her suffering is easier.
And relatives strictly forbade
She's about the diagnosis to report.

She does not know that this hospital-
Not a simple urban hospital,
That there is no chance for an amendment ...
But, for her, ignorance is not a nightmare.

The sign "Hospice" on the wall at the entrance
She does not say anything bad about anything.
On strange words long fashion
And do I have to blame anyone for that?

She does not know that sonny regularly
Calls doctors, a week or two times:
"You said, it's dying ... It's strange,
That she is still alive.

She is alive. She expects everything and believes,
That the son will come, hug, explain ...
The doors of the door will open now,
She will understand everything and forgive everything.

With the last strength she rises from the bed
Holding on to the wall, will approach the window.
How much more will she have enough patience
So believe an indifferent son?

She is ready to endeavor to the end
And the strength that no, she must find.
Suddenly he will come? She must wait!
Will come ... Well, how can he not come?

Worth and cry ... Waiting for the son to lead ...
He will only look at the sky by accident
And he rubs his hand with a cross-
Like, wait, Lord, do not take ...