Текст песни Бай Аматов - Самой дорогой

My mother, my mother my heart,
I kiss your hand.
I'm with you warm as a child,
I love you !

The image of your year is not old,
The gray hair at the temples let melt.
And fatigue do not know
Age of your soul!

How to love your voice gentle mother,
I whispered prayers you.
They were apart so I did not have,
God protect you

Mama, Mama, God's ray of your soul,
You dear, my sweet!
Mama, Mama, the world is not complete without you,
You are unique, my!

Will smile on luck,
So dreams come true.
Heaven with you cry,
If you are crying.

The image of your year is not old,
The gray hair at the temples let melt.
And fatigue do not know
Age of your soul!

How I love your mom hands
You hug and off all the flour.
It is better not to find my mother's friend,
God protect you!