Lyrics mad - Плачет Мама
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MaD - Плачет Мама
Вроде все нормально, обычное утро
Сын ещё спит, ему в постели уютно
Мама стоит у плиты, готовит ему кушать
Его матерные треки она не любит слушать
Сынок проснулся и на учёбу убежал
А его завтрак на столе все так и лежал
Парень он хорший и учится не плохо
Много есть друзей и далеко не лох он
Он приходит домой, сильно уставший
Его голос прокурен и давно упавший
Он спросит как обычно "Мама, есть что покушать?"
А её внутри слёзы расставания душат
"Конечно есть", - она тихо отвечает
Мама в сыне, своей души не чает
Он поел и пошёл в комнату резко
А на его столе лежала повестка
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И плачет мама, сына забрали на войну
И плачет мама, не факт , что назад вернут
И плачет мама, днями и ночами
А на востоке война детей с палачами
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Не плачь, мамуля, буду тебе звонить
Пока не оборвется моей жизни нить
Если мне суждено погибнуть за отчизну
То ничего не сделать, ведь это чей то бизнес
Надо ехать, раз уж получил повестку
Собрал рюкзак, и взял фотографий несколько
Еду на восток, а в голове пусто
В сердце беспокойно и немножко грустно
Мне дали пулемёт, и ленту патронов
Ведь у дяди одного упадёт корона
Если он не будет совать свой нос туда
Где ходят наши корабли и поезда
Его место давно уже греют в аду
Я буду тут стоять, пока не упаду
Мои братья рядом, нас не разобьют
Чашу воли и правды я не разолью
MaD - Crying Mom
Everything seems to be normal, usual morning
The son is still sleeping, he is comfortable in bed
Mom stands at the stove, prepares him to eat
She does not like to listen to his obscene tracks
The son woke up and fled to study
And his breakfast on the table still lay
He’s a good guy and is not a bad student.
There are many friends and he’s not a sucker
He comes home, very tired
His voice is smoky and long fallen
He will ask as usual, "Mom, have something to eat?"
And inside the tears of separation they strangle her
“Of course there is,” she says quietly.
Mom in a son
He ate and went into the room abruptly
And there was a summons on his desk
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And mother cries, the son was taken to war
And mom cries, not the fact that they’ll bring them back
And mom cries, day and night
And in the east, the war of children with executioners
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Don’t cry, Mom, I’ll call you
Until the thread breaks my life
If I am destined to die for my homeland
There’s nothing to do, because it’s someone’s business
I have to go, since I got the summons
I packed my backpack and took some photos
I'm going east, but my head is empty
The heart is restless and a little sad
I was given a machine gun, and an ammo tape
After all, uncle one will drop a crown
If he does not stick his nose there
Where do our ships and trains go
His place has long been warmed in hell
I will stand here until I fall
My brothers are nearby, they will not break us
I will not spill a cup of will and truth
Everything seems to be normal, usual morning
The son is still sleeping, he is comfortable in bed
Mom stands at the stove, prepares him to eat
She does not like to listen to his obscene tracks
The son woke up and fled to study
And his breakfast on the table still lay
He’s a good guy and is not a bad student.
There are many friends and he’s not a sucker
He comes home, very tired
His voice is smoky and long fallen
He will ask as usual, "Mom, have something to eat?"
And inside the tears of separation they strangle her
“Of course there is,” she says quietly.
Mom in a son
He ate and went into the room abruptly
And there was a summons on his desk
----------
And mother cries, the son was taken to war
And mom cries, not the fact that they’ll bring them back
And mom cries, day and night
And in the east, the war of children with executioners
----------
Don’t cry, Mom, I’ll call you
Until the thread breaks my life
If I am destined to die for my homeland
There’s nothing to do, because it’s someone’s business
I have to go, since I got the summons
I packed my backpack and took some photos
I'm going east, but my head is empty
The heart is restless and a little sad
I was given a machine gun, and an ammo tape
After all, uncle one will drop a crown
If he does not stick his nose there
Where do our ships and trains go
His place has long been warmed in hell
I will stand here until I fall
My brothers are nearby, they will not break us
I will not spill a cup of will and truth