Текст песни Екатерина Романова - Мама

The telephone is tricky wire,

And a long whistle hurts,

I do not need to look for an excuse,

To go back to my mother.

 

Every year a little less often

The train carries to the city,

Where will I embrace you tenderly

And I'll leave very soon.

 

Chorus:

You're part of my heart -

I do not want to separate parts,

And in the palms of your hands,

It means to feel happiness again.

 

Here my stories are heard,

Even if it's difficult to whisper,

Here and the walls breathe warmth,

Here baby can stay.

 

You look at the question with your eyes,

And I want to say directly:

My dear, you know,

I love you so much, Mom!