Текст песни Olga Vinokurova - Рідна мати моя

My Dear Mother,
nights you are not dospala
And took me
field edge in the village,
And go far,
you me at dawn accompanied,
And embroidered towel
fortunately given.
And go far,
you me at dawn accompanied,
And embroidered towel
Fortunately, the share given.

I take a towel,
prostelyu like fate,
In tyhim rustling grasses,
chirping in oak.
And on the other towels
revive all painfully familiar:
And childhood and separation,
and true love.
And on the other towels
revive all painfully familiar:
And childhood and separation,
and your mother's love.

Let it bloom
rosyanysta track
And green meadows,
and nightingale groves,
And your nezradlyva
maternal affectionate smile,
And saddened eyes
thy good.
And your nezradlyva
maternal affectionate smile,
And saddened eyes
good, your blue