Текст песни Эдуард Якубов - Витенька

Outside the window, curly white acacia,
The sun is in the window, pouring in scarlet color.
An old woman at the window - many years already, -
From distant Vorkuta, the mother is waiting for her son.

Then one evening they brought her news,
The mother was told that in the prime of life:
"Having seduced a friend, your son Vitenka
I escaped in a dark, dark night. "

He left the camp for the blue distance,
I walked through the taiga through the dense night,
To see mom and little sister Tanechka,
- Then Vityushenka was in his twenty-first year.

One night I knocked on the window.
The mother, seeing her son, thought it was a dream.
"They'll be shot soon, dear mother!"
And, pressing against the wall, he suddenly began to cry.

Don't cry, old lady, don't be sad, don't!
And you can't bring your son back with tears.
Crystal droplets on birch branches
Quietly, they fell and shed tears.