“Knock-knock-knock...” - do you hear a knock? This is mine, matusya, my heart beats, I'm still a really crazy little guy And my life is gradually ticking away. An hour is coming, and I, little mother, am growing, I'm already tamed, my little ones, And there are small sprouts on them - These fingers have already formed three rubles. Dear mommy, I love you so much! Your lower voice is the most beautiful in the world, I smell you and I’m already shaking... Let us live happily together! Mommy, I’ve already heard: I can put my finger in my mouth... Oh mother, I’m already dying The world is incredibly beautiful. You'll burn me in pellets, Put on a little hat with laces, You fall asleep: “Lily-lyulenki...” I'll smack my lips in sleep. I know you yourself, I'll be a little bit like you, Mitsno-mitsno you love me... We need to take care of everything today. I love all the games that Let me have your hand, There will be bikers and doctors, Cubes and copper pieces. Mommy, I kiss you Be a little one who always listens... Mila mother wants me now, It looks greedy and uneaten. Oh, matusya, it hurts more than me! Let's go and enjoy the cold! Mom! Mom! Mom! Zakhisti! It hurts so much more than me, my mother! Hands and legs were trying to tear with strength. I am so helpless, small... Oh my goodness, take away from me! Oh, don’t let me die, little darling! What about toys and stuff in bags? What about the dot of your tender hands? Oh, no matter who I am I don’t care, I don’t bother, I don’t know? Spread your body into pieces, My blood flows from your body... “Knock-knock-knock” - Matusya, do you hear the knock? This risen my heart is beating. Why do you guess me then, When do you hear a child’s cry here? Chi khovaesh zhakh tsey u sobi And, like a terrible dream, will you forget about everything? It was warm and quiet in you, And now - the items are in my pocket, It's cold and dark, I'm bleeding, My heart skipped a beat. I forgive you for not having troubles, Everything could have turned out differently for us. You were foolish and young, Alas, what happened cannot be returned...
