Excuse Me - Mom's in the Dance

Dummy, why are you dancing?
Crushed glass is everywhere
Burned walls from the floor to the ceiling.
Mammy I'm begging You to stop it
But she's in the dance.
Mom, I'm alone again.
Across the years all I've needed was bones and skin.
Shots, You hear them, dear,
And cries that come from a free man
Straight from the pipes of my feelings.
I embrace you and the world
with my wide palms
While I stand on my own two feet
Mom's in the dance.

Written by:
Шакуров Султан

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