Её губы улыбались, глаза обжигали, а душа плакала... (с)
Mama she has taught me well

Told me when I was young

Son your life's an open book

Don't close it before it's done

The brightest flame burns quickest

Is what I heard they say

A son's heart's owned to mother

But I must find my way



Let my heart go

Let your son grow

Mama let your heart go

Or let this heart be still


@музыка: черный кофе

@настроение: вольному воля