What are you listening to right now?

Basta - Mom Forgive me, Mom, for growing up too soon For causing pain, wound after wound Forgive me, Mom, I am guilty of many things Forgive me for not becoming like my older brother My life, Mom, is like a black and white movie Everything seems fine, but there's always a "BUT" It's not easy to understand why everything is this way Exactly this way, and no other. What does it mean? Wish me luck, Mom! The road calls to me, you hide your tears, Mom, I won't be back for a long time I know, you know, Mom, I know you believe, Mom, you believed and still believe in me And that means a lot, and when fate knocked me down Through pain and despair, I heard a voice: "Get up, son!" I dedicate this ballad to all mothers who give us their love Tell me, Mom, how much is my life worth? My life is a drama, my soul soars upwards Tell me, Mom, how much is my life worth? My life is a drama, my soul soars upwards In the most difficult moments of my life, when death came very close Stars fell from the sky like sparks, and thoughts of you, Mom, were like a ray of light In search of an answer, in search of a path I gather all my strength and continue to move forward Forgive me for everything, Mom, I was guilty of many things But everything is in the past - time cannot be turned back I try to get up, to rise a little But something prevents me from breaking away from the ground I pray... Give me strength, God, to understand what worries me, who will help me Perhaps, God, my faith is weak, but wherever I am, I remember these words Forgive me for not saying them to you often enough: MOM, I LOVE YOU! Tell me, Mom, how much is my life worth? My life is a drama, my soul soars upwards Tell me, Mom, how much is my life worth? My life is a drama, my soul soars upwards