I have always dreamt to write a song about mom
But different poets have already told all the words
And I wouldn't like to repeat someone of them
I will always be a little boy by my mother's side
And I will run fast to her as she calls
therefore I wrote these words to her
As well as I could to
Chorus:
Mom!
Excuse me that I grew up
And that the forty third autumn had already passed
Since I have seen my home for the first time.
Maybe I began to understand her a little late
And I didn't give her flowers for her birthday
And there were times when I didn't call her for weeks
But now when she hugs me
And she and daddy ask something about the granddaughter
I cry with joy that I have living parents.
Chorus:
Mom!
Excuse me that I grew up
And that the forty third autumn had already passed
Since I have seen my home for the first time.
Mom!
May I come to you tomorrow
And we will talk about different things
on the kitchen for several hours.
I thank you for what I can do
And I thank you that I understand
the things that they even don't explain in books
May your guardian angel be always by your side
And I will always wander by your side too
For we could not to measure our lives in phone calls.
Chorus:
Mom!
Excuse me that I grew up
And that the forty third autumn had already passed
Since I have seen my home for the first time.
Mom!
May I come to you tomorrow
And we will talk about different things
on the kitchen for several hours.