Текст песни Evan Gard - Мама мама

there is no happiness, there is no pain,
no field, no will
there are no valuable shares
to live your life
there is no sense in life either
there is no cigarette in the pack
there is only a handful of pills
and a glass to drink

mother Mother
carry me to the cemetery mom
put it under the burdock
mother Mother
I will not be afraid I know
that heaven is my home

there are so many thoughts in my head
but blow rocker
all run away in fright
there is only "mother!"
and she sticks out a little
bend like a cat
and scratch down the track
orderlies to call

and we have yesterday in the gatehouse
lambed at night cats
and they sing and cry
their tender tears are full of house
so that their children are not drowned
to be friends with kittens
and less so that they were beaten
sneaker or boot

and the one who seeks meaning in the song
crack yourself with a griddle
and then pour two hundred
forever young forever
raise your arms higher
and catch sounds in your palm
that are born from flour
between two trembling strings

mother Mother
carry me to the cemetery mom
put it under the burdock
mother Mother
I will not be afraid I know
that heaven is my home