without warm ones your hands... the laziness of big birches, naive children's tears, when i scolded tutka once like that. mom, i always miss you, mom, i go and meet trains, mom, how sad i am without your warm hands, i sometimes. i’m afraid that sadness will settle in my heart, and i’ll refuse to come back, mom, those childhood years, i know i’ll give everything to be with you forever, forever, praise, i always miss you, mom, i walk and meet trains , mom, how sad i am without warm ones your hands. thank you, thank you, friends, i tried this , as lyrical songs go today, that is , we sing about love, yes, then i have a little surprise for you, the fact is that... our children will not be born, they will not give us flowers, but we never parted, maybe, by the way, thanks to this song, now my family, and children were born, and my wife says: we need to rewrite, so many years have passed, and we, and you, our children will not be born, and i i rewrote this text, now i have new words and i only corrected it a little, but completely there’s a different attitude in this one... it turned out comple