This is one of the works from the "Songs of Ukraine" series. It is written in the style of pixel art. In this series, I illustrate our Ukrainian songs. This is Malva's song.
Serhiy Zhadan's words.
Lyrics
My mother taught me that despair is evil.
I will be kicked out of hell for a checkmate and a bun,
The teachers at school used to scare us with the bullpen,
City of the Sun, KhTZ district.
I had a bunch of dragonflies, I had a bunch of things to do
But my difficult character ruined everything for me,
A non-working ATM bombed on Paska,
Forgive me, mother, your son is inadequate...
Mallows are blooming on my mother's porch,
I sat for a hooligan in three countries...
Mallows are blooming on my mother's porch,
I sat for a hooligan in three countries.
Apostle Peter is waiting for me in the courts,
I fought in bars, on boulevards and in ports.
Fought with the controllers in the Berlin subway,
I myself became like the apostle Peter.
I spent three years in fiery anger,
Where is your humility - they tell me?
But what will you do with a hot gut
Who is the apostle Peter against us?
Mallows are blooming on my mother's porch,
I sat for a hooligan in three countries...
Mallows are blooming on my mother's porch,
I sat for a hooligan in three countries.
The state prison is a totalitarian machine,
Ukrainian Shiva appeared to me in a dream.
Shiva-Shiva, why so bad?
Why do we have to see all this live?
And Shiva tells me: biography is a show,
Your path will show you how far you've come
Mother's love has no resistance and no limits,
So it's better to sit where you live...
Mallows are blooming on my mother's porch,
I sat for a hooligan in three countries...
Mallows are blooming on my mother's porch,
I sat for a hooligan in three countries.
