Mom's Pocket

I remember fairy tale stories All that magic and scary things I remember freshness of the berries That we used to steal From our garden From our mom's pocket Give me the reason Why I should leave this place? Give me the time of joy I still see the marvelous pictures That you made in golden field I'm still running from your crazy anger I'll give you back your secrets toys From your room From brother's pocket So give me the reason Why I should leave this place? Give me the time of joy