Текст песни Мати - мінус

From the horizon above the field the sun flowed,
And in the field in the morning to have rye stings.
And she turned to the sun and asked him
About the only son who was waiting for the war.
"Oh you, ladybug, kind, you warm us,
And from the mountain you look at our sinful land.
You see everything, you hear everything, you know everything in the world.
Where is my only son, can you tell me? ”

And in the field next to the woman that neighbor was,
As she turned to the sun she took it and heard it.
So she asked: "What do you say, can I forget
What has been five years since the war ended? ”
"How alive was your son, would he not return?
Do you think the home trail he forgot?
Do you think he would have left you?
Probably, somewhere in the weed he bowed his head. "

Because he is not around, then do not love?
My son will always live in my heart!

- He is for me a breath of wind, please face,
And the brook swells as if his voice were calling,
And the river shines in the sun - the smile of the son.
Will never hold a native grave!