Текст песни Вячеслав Мясников - Мамочки-мамули

Oh how I want to leave things
On March 8 congratulate them now
Women in the world's most important
And of course, it is our mothers

That would be in childhood, we now return
In the care of mothers plunge
When a finger somewhat pinched
Kissing you, and held

On the tablets we all burned
Postcards crooked, painted
On & quot; Proceedings of the & quot; bent over the desk
Inscription & quot; Mom on March 8! & Quot;

Still kept those boards
Which burned phrases
From my mother who smiles
It is the best gift was the most

Moms our lovely
Mommy, mamuli
Someone younger
For those who already granny
Oh how I want to hug you
After all, you have one
Of sons and daughters
You bow to the ground

Here we have themselves become fathers
And their grandchildren too moms
You see these changes
But for you, we will always children

And nothing more is not yet
Our mothers for our call
And there is nothing more for us no
Mama's happy eyes

Moms our lovely
Mommy, mamuli
Someone younger
For those who already granny
Oh how I want to hug you
After all, you have one
Of sons and daughters
You bow to the ground

Yet their children
That does not understand us drama
How can greatly
For we miss mom