Текст песни бахти - Она звонила, но никто не брал трубку дома...

She called, but no one picked up the phone at home
And on the mobile whistles and the voice is monotonous
I reported that it is not visible, outside the zone
Network activities, talk to me, talk ...
I'm bored, you just changed your number
I did not get through, as then, on the day when I died
Your father, my pantomime over the grave
Without anyone, I buried him alone
And he squeezed my hand ... And to the last
Prayed God to give a moment to the heir
To see it ... That you are already on the road -
I lied to him. And now I'm alone
It turned out so much - just to see my son,
And you zaed at least a minute, passing by
Our Khrushchev ... And if they are to blame themselves
May the Lord forgive us .... So we brought you up ...

We do not call parents, we simply forget,
We do not remember ... But one day everything will return
To ourselves, brother ... And at the last hour
Who will remember us? Who will remember us?

Sad city, sad eyes of a mongrel
Picked up on the street, just felt sorry
Or lonely can be, at least the same
Compassionate, and you to me
Your wife called when she heard her apologize
And she left the receiver, saying that the number was wrong
But not everything, I found out by the voice
She checked: am I alive? Live all
Everything that happened between mother and son - in the past
And you're waiting for everything, how to free the living space
Do you need it? Take it! For God's sake
I'll take with me only the shabby photos
It turned out so much - just to see my son,
And you zaed at least a minute, passing by
Our Khrushchev ... And if they are to blame themselves
May the Lord forgive us .... So we brought you up ...

We do not call parents, we simply forget,
We do not remember ... But one day everything will return
To ourselves, brother ... And the last hour
Who will remember us? Who will remember us?