Текст песни Jamala - Маменькин Сынок - Евгения Шипилова

We faced him in a dark cramped bar
He whispered to me pardon mademoiselle
For the back hidden in a leather case
Cello .... mmmm

I melted under the eyes and laughed
And maybe the third one was a cocktail
But the bed was lying about an hour later
His cello ... mmmm

It seemed to me luck smiled
Beautiful and very opportunely lonely
I suddenly woke up and was horrified
He's a mama's son-o-ok

  And in the morning I hear ma-ma ma-maaa listen
  And then again, ma-ma ma-maaa, I ate
  And even in the middle of the night, That little son
  Oh I'm going crazy
  And every evening, ma-ma ma-maaa listen
  At each meeting, ma-ma ma-maaa, I ate
  And even in the middle of the night, That little son
  Oh I'm going crazy - AAAA

In nightmares I see your mother I'm again
I dream the last seven nights
Smash the phone's phone on the wall
And a cello ..

Dzyyn in my head kept and was silent
And now at 115 call
I screamed, I growled
Mama's son

CHORUS

Pr-sh

He's a mama's son - 3 times

  And in the morning I hear ma-ma ma-maaa listen
  And on the sixth floor of ma-ma ma-maaa I ate
  And even in the middle of the night, That little son
  I'm going crazy
  And every evening, ma-ma ma-maaa listen
  At each meeting, ma-ma ma-maaa, I ate
  And even in the middle of the night, That little son
  Sissy..