Текст песни Лена Василёк и гр. Белый День - Мамы родные глаза

The Russian stove is drowned, the draft is up
I'm on the grass by the porch, silently, I'll lie down.
And the heavens look into the eyes, and the dew again on the grass.
Moms eyes are young, mothers are native eyes.

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Freely not freely, the heart began to hurt.
Mom's eyes are young, mom's native eyes.

The years stretch like a string, sonorous, straight.
Talked to me, mom mom,
But only the heavens look into the eyes, and on the grass again dew.
Mother’s eyes look from the very childhood of a mother.

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A wedge of cranes above the ground above and above.
Mom, I'm here, I'm with you, maybe you hear
But only the heavens look into the eyes, and on the grass again dew.
This is a high sky - mothers are native eyes.

Chorus.

But only the heavens look into the eyes, and on the grass again dew.
This is a high sky - mothers are native eyes.

Chorus.