Текст песни Вячеслав Хурсенко - До рідного дому

Behind the wicker mound the house is small
Waiting for the family to have an old woman
And I hasten to my home
Forgetting about grief, forgetting about fatigue

In my strenuous arms, I crawl again
Sorry that is rare but I confess
About your temptations that you often dreamed of
The fact that we kids were late for you

Oh mom, I missed the stove
Behind your garden is a grinding mill
I want to sit on the downed side
And bread to eat that dreams on the way
I want to sit on the downed side
And bread to eat that dreams on the way

And I'm in a hurry to my home ----
Forgetting about grief forgetting about fatigue ---- 2p.

And I'm in a hurry ........ to my home