Текст песни Станіслав Городинський - Сину..

Extremely upset viburnum, flower osypaye
Escorts have a son of their gates
Escorts, prostelyaye white napkin
For more son returning home.

I have for you, my son, pressed flower
I would winch vzletila for you after
To thee thy portion smiling
To you, my son, I was proud.

Native path will lead to foreign roads
And his blessing prostelyu feet
And you, my son, my falcon, all your land
Remember holy corner where I hope.

I am with you, my dear son, sees in a dream
Status dove and I will sit on the window
Pryvitayus rain and sun vsmihnus
I am for you, dear son, I pray every day.

Loss
Modulation--

Falcons flew to the whole world
Already flying letters to my mother, with a snowball flower
Zazharylasya viburnum berries like blood
Warms the heart of the son of this holy love.