Текст песни Иосиф Кобзон - Матери

Here we are in the house today

I do not melt pain in my heart.

On your clone palms

I have my head.

I am bitter, mom, sad, mom,

I am a prisoner of stupid fuss,

And there is little from me in life

You felt attention.

I circle on a noisy carousel.

I rush somewhere, but suddenly again

The heart will squeeze: “Really

I started to forget my mother? ""

And you are with love, not with reproach,

Looking anxiously at me

You will breathe, as if inadvertently,

The tear secretly dropping ...

Star, flashing in the sky,

Flies into its final flight.

Your boy is in the palm of your hand

He puts his gray head.