Текст песни 7Б - Мама

The bell will ring!
May thunder outside the window.
Mom, cross stitched with a white thread.
And a star will fall from the sky
To the place where childhood will pass.

And gritting her teeth, not dropping her tears,
You taught me - I took it with me.
Mom, sing me a lullaby!

A dream brought me to my home
Memory in the throat gathered lump.
Mom, give me a gentle hand!
And a star will fall from the sky
To the place where childhood will pass.

And gritting her teeth, not dropping her tears,
You taught me - I took it with me.
Mom, sing me a lullaby ...