Текст песни туманы - Туманы, туманы -

A girl about eight years old is standing alone
And quietly childishly calls the fog:
- "Fogs, fogs give me back my mother",
Give me back my mom, I ask for one thing! "

Mute mists walk across the field,
And as if the orphans do not hear the word,
Ah, dear mother, hear dear,
Hear how your daughter is crying.

I was three years old when you died
Since then I have carried flowers to the grave,
Since then, mom, no one kisses me,
nobody caresses as tenderly as you.

Mute mists floated over the grave,
And I'm all alone at the grave,
I water the flowers with my tears
Why does childhood have such a fate? ...