Lyrics Mull - Благодаря братьям и родным

From birth was good and so cute
Wanted everyone so happily
How was happy while I did not grieve
There were a lot of ideas and joy without dream
Thank you my native brothers and friends
That did not leave me over the past year
I grew up completely healthy and gifted by will
You taught me to be joyful even in the mountain
When the defeat and conscience
Not losing the spirit wound proudly and overcomed at all
Yes I was not good in study as in the beginning
But you brought up a smart word of a reasonable boy
Which on the streets is cruel and merciless
Which is a help hand, even the enemy will stretch.
I thank the whole soul the streets that helped go through all the difficulties
I thank parents that I gave me all this to feel.

Chorus:
I was not good in everything
I was not a light kid
But now please forgive for everything
For making earlier, I was a fool.

Friends, always brother, will always support the Word.
Friends who stretch the hand help
Natives who will prompt advice.
Natives who will notice that you have a difficult moment.
Parents that were raised, taught good manners.
Girls are polite, and with other fire in the heart is not there.
Always walked, one wandered like a wolf in someone else's stack.
For me there are no relatives here, everything on each other is born.
Native city is the home of the native, there everyone knows you,
And if you go through the streets, my brother throw you to Salam.
How to live if there are no, how to be when there are no support,
But looking at the sky, the sun will warm the heart.
After all, you know that on the other side it also shines.
And your brothers also under this sun warmly warm.
But relatives, parents are always near
Always help and break it when necessary.

Chorus:
I was not good in everything
I was not a light kid
But now please forgive for everything
For making earlier, I was a fool.

I remember how often time spent time
Mom went home, I came late
Knew that there were no barriers in my area
There you will hear there you look at the two balcony
How do you not stop and the time is already later
And as something cheerful despite the dark alleys
After all, you know what you know in which Zakoleke
And even on the way, communicate from boredom
To study, home native, in the yard, and again
And nice like what everyone knows you
But how sad it became sad, life forced to leave
Where there is no heat, and voice only via echo
Here I'm lost, here I am powerless,
But somehow it is necessary to go through this path.
And god i pray at the bed every evening
So that this path was mural and careless me, as well as easier.