Текст песни Кавказский шансон - В воскресенье мать-старушка передачу принесла

On Sunday, the mother of an old woman came to the gate of the prison ,
His own son brought transmission
His own son brought transmission
And prevratnika said heartfelt words
Old tired feet , 40 miles on foot , I was
Old tired feet , 40 miles on foot , I was

Transferred to the transfer , and then people say ,
That prisoners in prisons hunger starved people
That prisoners in prisons hunger starved people
And prevratnika answers
Your son is no
Early in the morning at dawn he sent to the light
Early in the morning at dawn he sent to the light

Turning away from the mother -old woman left the prison gates
And anybody that does not know what she was carrying in my heart
On Sunday, the mother -old woman rush out of the house is gone
And to the grave on the edge of the flowers brought
And to the grave on the edge of the flowers brought
I will remember you
Sleep is my native son
I see Kolybel..tebya
Rest in peace , dear
I see Kolybel..tebya
Rest in peace , dear