Текст песни Українські народні пісні - Рідна мати моя

My Dear Mother, you do not dospala nights,
and drove me to the field, the edge of the village.
And in the long road you accompanied me to the stars
And fortunately embroidered towel provided.
And in the long road you accompanied me to the stars
And fortunately embroidered towel, the share given.

Let it bloom rosyanysta track
And green meadows, groves nightingale,
And your mother nezradlyva affectionate smile,
And upset your eyes are good.

I'll take that towel will put like a lot,
In tyhim rustling grasses, the twittering oak.
And on the other towels revive all painfully familiar:
And childhood, separation, and true love.
And on the other towels revive all painfully familiar:
And childhood, separation, your mother's love.