For (hataw abdollahi) :( Abdollahi Abdollahi The Mother They came, They all here, As soon as they heard the scream Shes gonna die, the Mother They came They came here, Even from the south of Italy There is even Giorgio, the cursed son With arms full of presents Kids all play in silence Around the bed or on the floor Even their games dont have any importance Its a little bit their lasts presents to the mother, to the Mother We warm her with kisses We put her pillows up shes gonna die, the Mother Virgin Mary, full of grace who as her statue on the bedroom Of course you open you arms to her Singing the Ave Maria Ave Maria... There is so much love, memories Around you, you the Mother There is so much tears, and smiles Trought you, you the Mother And all men were so hot on paths full of sun Shes gonna die, the Mother They can go drink fresh the all new wine The good wine of the good bottle Whereas scarfs and hats are mixed on the bench Its funny, we dont feel sad Close of the big bed and of the affection, there is even an oncle who plays guitar Who plays, who plays being carefull To the Mother, the Mother And women had memories About sad songs of the evenings Shes gonna die, the Mother Slowly, eyes closed Sing as we rock a baby After a good day For them to smile when they fall asleep Ave Maria... There is so much love, so much memories Around you, you the Mother There is so much tears and memories Trought you, you the Mother That never, ever, ever You will leave us La Mamma - Charles Aznavour Photo: Young Charles Aznavour with his mother Knar (1920s) https://soundcloud/gooshe/la-mamma-charles-aznavour
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 15:25:57 +0000
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