Мама все пройдёт [English translation]

Somewhere in a small flat, in the uptown

My parents and we, three, as yet in an empty family's album

Here I woke up hundreds of times

Where it was to dream about what and nothing to eat

Thereat it so wanted to become an adult person soon

When everything in life seemed so easy and simple

When nearby was my brother and when there were my friends

When the words " I love you" had been told one time and forever

When we hid of the fall rains somewhere in the stairways

And we listened to the music on the pirate cassettes

We were running down the streets being worn-torn keds

We were wearing fancy stuff from thrift stores1

And I wouldn't ever exchange this childhood

For having, that I would strive to it, and I couldn't hope anybody

For having, that I became stronger day by day

For having, that I believe in God and it believes in me

Everything will pass Mom, just do not sad

I'm drawing your smile by my memory

Everything will pass Mom, there, where we were

On the kid artworks, I'm holding your hand

In my pockets just knuckles, I look into the eyes only

As millions of them, who didn't see their dad

Hey, if you can hear me, dad, I ain't insulted

Don't think about it, it just occurs sometimes

You know, I imagined so many times

As one day you will come with flowers, will hug Mom and will say:

"Hello my son, forgive me, that every day you waited for me at the window

Forgive me, that you heard as Mom cried at night in the kitchen"

And we together walking in the park, and then to the football match

And you could record by the camera my first goal (touchdown)

You could teach me how to take care of myself in the street

To beat by first and endure, when I want to cry

Definitely, you would teach me that family is the most important.

I would wanna look like you (like you)

But instead of that, you taught me the one lesson

Never leave a mother of own child

Everything will pass Mom, just do not sad

I'm drawing your smile by my memory

Everything will pass Mom, there, where we were

On the kid artworks, I'm holding your hand

Everything will pass Mom, just do not sad

I'm drawing your smile by my memory

Everything will pass Mom, there, where we were

On the kid artworks, I'm holding your hand

1. in the North America term for second-hand shops.

• Artist:Aleksey Vorobyov