Tactical fixed.

510874d1bea4.jpg
 
You know, mom, tomorrow I'll be the wind
By sacred will
I ask you for love and faith
And I ask - plant cherries at the house,
I will see, mother - I will become the wind.

I'm not standing, mother, of your tears,
I'll be back - we always go in circles.
I will see your wrinkles
And on the shoulders will lie native hands
In the highest glory blinding moment.

Do not be sad, I am satisfied with my life,
And look at the sky - my abode.
I woke up, mom - it hurt
That in the last dream I did not see you.
Forgive me - you involuntarily forgot you.

Meet you at the door tomorrow morning
Touch the gray hair, carry away the fatigue.
Would die ten times with a smile, believe me
To see your pride and joy.

... I will see, mother, - I will become the wind.
a184bf0242a4.jpg

e1ea22b9ad14.jpg
 
Back
Top