/Ýêâèðèòìè÷åñêèé ïåðåâîä/
Ìàìà, âñå êàòèòñÿ ê ÷åðòÿì;
Ìàìà, âñå êàòèòñÿ ê ÷åðòÿì.
Êàòàþ ìàëÿâó, âñå áóäåò êëåâî ïðÿì!
Ìàìà, âñå êàòèòñÿ ê ÷åðòÿì!
Ìàìà, ìû ñêîðî âñå óìðåì;
Ìàìà, ìû êàê îäèí óìðåì.
È íàõðåí âîïðîñû,
Òû çíàåøü, ÷òî ïî÷åì.
Íå ïëà÷ü, ìû çàâòðà âñå óìðåì!
Íå îáâèíÿé íàñ, ìû ñúˆáåìñÿ,
È ïîëûõíåì êàê ñîëíöå,
Ê õUÿì!
Òû ïîäîæäè, ìû âåðíåìñÿ,
Íî òîëüêî ïîäîæäè!
Ïîñìîòðè - çäåñü âñåìó ãðÿä¸ò êîíåö!
Ìàìà, êðóãîì îäèí ïèZäåæ;
Íàñ âñåõ ñîæðåò ÿäðåíà âîøü.
Âîò ãðîáèê ñêîëîòÿò, îí áóäåò õîðîø.
Ìàìà, êðóãîì îäèí ïèZäåæ!
Âîò, áëÿ, âîéíà-ïàñêóäà, ìîè íîãè, ìîé ÿçûê!
Òû òàê õîòåëà äî÷êó-øëþõó,
Ïîëó÷èëñÿ ÿ - ìóæèê.
È âîò òåïåðü ïîëçåò ãàíãðåíà,
Âåäü àìïóòèðóþò ê õUÿì,
È ÷òî òåïåðü?
Âåäü ÿ æå òâîé ñûíî÷åê, ìàì!
Íå îáâèíÿé íàñ, ìû ñúˆáåìñÿ,
È ïîëûõíåì êàê ñîëíöå,
Ê õUÿì!
Òû ïîäîæäè, ìû âåðíåìñÿ,
Íî òîëüêî ïîäîæäè!
Òû îòðå÷åøüñÿ îò ìåíÿ
Ñóäüáà òàêàÿ... òàêàÿ ñóêà, áëÿ,
Íî òîëüêî ïîðöèåé îãíÿ
Äîæäåòñÿ íàñ â àäó.
Ïîñìîòðè - âåäü âñåìó ãðÿä¸ò ïèZäåö!
Ìàìà, à çäåñü âçàïðàâäó àä;
Ìàìà, à çäåñü âçàïðàâäó àä.
Íî äàæå ïðèÿòíî, õîòü òðóïû ñìåðäÿò.
Ìàìà, à çäåñü âçàïðàâäó àä!
/ìàìà, ìàìà, ìàìà..../
- Ïîçîâè ìåíÿ, ëþáîâü òâîþ,
Ïåñåíêó òåáå ÿ ïðîïîþ.
- À ìåíÿ íå ˆáåò ÷òî çàåë ïóëåìåò,
Íó, ïîïëà÷ü, ìîæ êîãî è ïðîéì¸ò...
Ìû ïðîêëÿòû âñå,
Îäíè â ýòîé áëÿDñêîé âîéíå.
Òàê îñòàíüñÿ ñî ìíîé, ÿ òâîé äðàíûé ãåðîé,
Ìîëèñü îáî ìíå - ìû â äåðüìå.
Âñ¸ äàëüøå èäåì,
È íå çíàåì óæå, ãäå íàø äîì.
Òàê ïîäíèìåì áîêàë çà ñâÿùåííûé àíàë,
×òîá îòòóäà âîññòàòü âñåì ãóðòîì...
http:///youtu.be/JrMOL0FAC1g
http:///youtu.be/qI8cv7swj4I
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to hell.
Oh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to mytongue,
You should've raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You should've been,
I could have been a better son.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.
She said: "You ain't no son of mine
For what you've done they're gonna find
A place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, don't return to me, my love."
That's right.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell,
Mama, we all go to hell.
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
[Liza Minelli:] And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song
You would cry out your eyes all along.
We're damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,
To return from the ashes you call.
We all carry on (We all carry on)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes you call.