Lyrics Денис Третьяков - Огни
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Устала моя белокрылая мать
На детское фото молиться,
Бутылки ходить собирать,
Среди бэтээров прыгать жар-птицей.
А мама устала ждать,
Она не живет без любви.
И погасли огни.
Устала голодной стоять у станка.
Устала смотреть сериалы.
На похороны собирать
Устала, устала, устала.
А мама устала ждать.
Она не живет без любви.
Она не умела, ее научили.
И погасли огни.
На детское фото молиться,
Бутылки ходить собирать,
Среди бэтээров прыгать жар-птицей.
А мама устала ждать,
Она не живет без любви.
И погасли огни.
Устала голодной стоять у станка.
Устала смотреть сериалы.
На похороны собирать
Устала, устала, устала.
А мама устала ждать.
Она не живет без любви.
Она не умела, ее научили.
И погасли огни.
Tired of my white-winged mother
In a baby photo, pray
Bottles go to collect,
Among the bathers jump a firebird.
And mother is tired of waiting
She does not live without love.
And the lights went out.
Tired of hungry standing at the machine.
Tired of watching TV shows.
To collect for the funeral
Tired, tired, tired.
And mom was tired of waiting.
She does not live without love.
She did not know how, she was taught.
And the lights went out.
In a baby photo, pray
Bottles go to collect,
Among the bathers jump a firebird.
And mother is tired of waiting
She does not live without love.
And the lights went out.
Tired of hungry standing at the machine.
Tired of watching TV shows.
To collect for the funeral
Tired, tired, tired.
And mom was tired of waiting.
She does not live without love.
She did not know how, she was taught.
And the lights went out.