Текст песни Надежда Бабкина - Маменька

After the busy heart of the fire gnawing silence
Wake soon guitar il pour a glass of wine
Swear words do not listen to other people, have pity on me, my friend
Suppose for a moment to warm the soul cigarette flame

Oh, mama mama mama white circle white
In winter, my house a little small blizzard covered with snow
Oh, mama mama mama white circle white
In winter, my house a little small blizzard covered with snow

You are a man you have the right to fight the soldiers and executed
What is to blame for the ladies that can not not love
Who do I have foretold the poor, on what land will die
life time life time of my shakes like snowflakes in the wind

After the busy heart of the fire gnawing silence
Wake guitar quickly and pour a glass of wine
Maybe I'll be able to visit a drunken hour in paradise
And to meet the youth at the bottom of the glass?