Текст песни Алла Кудлай - Дякую Богу за сина

Vidlynuly spring storm in the distance,
Autumn sky clouds sucked,
So my son quietly become adults
I do not even zchulasya time.

I have him in my life spared
Attention and maternal warmth,
Only I begged Mother of God
To his treasured in the world.

CHORUS:
Every single mom caring - about the son.
In the course of time over the years my mother hopes her son.
And it gave to the world for him, son.
For mothers son - most native person.

- In life there is love and betrayal,
Light and joy, sorrow and bitter
Saves the soul of my mother's advice
Treats heart of the mother's hand.

Let us life often separates
And not a moment nA resting does not,
Once again, I thank fate for happiness
- What is my son,
- And my mother is.

CHORUS:
Every single mom caring - about the son.
In the course of time over the years my mother hopes her son.
And it gave to the world for him, son.
For mothers son - most native person.