Текст песни Алексей Стёпин - Матушка

Mother dear, where is your window?
Your house is among big houses ...
The swing is broken, the path is overgrown,
You only knew how I was in a hurry here.

As long as I was here, I wandered under the sky
On the native land, along - across.
It's been too long, but your sweet voice
Your hands have kept warm in your soul.

Mother dear, what is wrong with me - I don't know
I haven't cried since I was young
Tears are falling like hail, nothing is needed
And in the eyes of those who have seen - a bright light.

Intoxicating swagger, purchased girls
Do not caress my soul now.
Here is your old house, which is so dear to the heart,
I rave to him like the first time.

Mother dear, I'm losing my head
Longing tore out of my heart a shred -
A dilapidated hut, all the old women are in black,
You are a little late, son,
A dilapidated hut, all the old women in black -
There is no more mother, son ...