Текст песни Галя Ковблюк - Я до тебе моя мамо

From the steppes to the high mountains,
The gene beyond the horizon lay,
Blue skies to abundant ears,
Native homeland.
With God's blessing
And maternal warmth
Taravala in the world of song
I have a little spring!

Chorus:
I'm with you, my mom,
As a child I lean,
At dawn, early in the morning,
I will pray for you.
And I will ask God for mercy,
The sky is clear blue,
So that I don't fall in life,
Yes, as you taught to live.

My mother gave it to me
Your heart is golden
And I learned to love,
What is native and expensive:
Our lullaby
And our little earthly holiday
And prayer is a sincere word
I will keep forever.

Chorus.

And I will ask God for mercy,
The sky is clear blue,
So that I don't fall in life,
Yes, as you taught to live.
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