Текст песни Владимир Плеханов - Мама

A girl of about eight is standing alone
And quietly, childishly she speaks
Mists, mists, give me back my mom
How difficult it is in the world to live without a mother

I was three years old since my mother died
And now I wear flowers to the grave
Since then, my mother, no one has pity
No one regrets, as tenderly as you

A girl of about twenty stands alone
And she speaks softly in a childlike manner
Get up my mom, get up dear
I came to the wedding, to invite you

You love mom, you appreciate mom
After all, you know everything about mother's affection
Your mother dies, then you will understand
You can't buy a mom for gold anywhere

The fogs are gray, the fogs are deaf
And a cloud has been hanging over the house for a long time
Get up my mom, get up dear
I came to invite my grandchildren to the wedding ..