Текст песни ТАТЬЯНА МАРКОВА - Памяти сыновей

As if something was wrong,
If something happened,
And over the sky Russia divorced many birds
And I heard a voice from heaven wounded Ptah
Do not look for our mother - we are already in heaven.

A mother should know not to look, in which the edge
Native his child, his krovinochku
Do not believe notices that her son was dead,
And God is the salvation of the entire night praying.

Mother very aged
dimmed eyes
Photo Motherboard son in tears
The table she covers as always for three
And bread covered with a glass of vodka costs

And in the morning one day, when the whole city was asleep
It seemed as if someone had knocked on the door
She opened the door the icy hand
Hello, my dear mother. I returned. Alive!

A mother is she shouts after flying flocks
You share a maternal joy to the whole world
Fly tell everyone that there is in a Strange Land
Mother returned home from the war krovinochku her.