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I'm sorry, Mom, for being up early
For the fact that the pain inflicted wound for wound
I'm sorry Mom, I'm largely to blame
I'm sorry that I did not become such a big brother

My life is my mother, like a black and white movie
Everything seems to be fine, but there is always a "but"
Not easy to understand why everyone is so
That is exactly what they do. What does this mean?
Wish me luck, Mom!

Calling me darling, you're hiding the tears, Mom, I will not be long
I know I know, Mom, I know you believe, Mom, you did and you believe in me
And it is not enough and when knocked down the fate of my feet
Through the pain and despair heard a voice: "Get up, son!"
I dedicate this ballade to all the mothers that give us their love

Tell me, Mom, how much is my life
My life - it's a drama, my soul rushes up
Tell me, Mom, how much is my life
My life - it's a drama, my soul rushes up

In the most difficult moments of my life, when death comes very close
Stars sparks falling from the sky and think of you, Mom, like a ray of light
In search of answers, in search of ways
I'm collecting all the power and keep on going
Forgive me for everything, Mom, I was largely to blame
But everything is in the past - do not turn back time

I'm trying to get up from his knees, raised slightly
But something bothers me to come off the ground
I pray .. God give me strength to understand what troubles me, who can help me
Perhaps God, my faith is weak, but where I was not I remember these words
I'm sorry for what I told you they rarely say: I LOVE YOU MOM!

Tell me, Mom, how much is my life
My life - it's a drama, my soul rushes up
Tell me, Mom, how much is my life
My life - it's a drama, my soul rushes up

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