Текст песни Анастасия Петрик Александр Коган - Праздник любви

Through anxiety and separation
Mom and I are alone again.
I kiss my own hands
And your voice is in me.
Your smile is like a holiday
I meet admiringly.
And life is still beautiful
When you look at me

Holiday of love
My mother
Feast of the soul
Your tenderness.
My whole life is worshiping you
And endless fidelity to a happy fate.
I see your quiet tears
It is from joy and from love.

You're the most precious to me
For a century, my sorceress.
And how many years I would not have lived
I am always a child for you.
I thank fate and God
For my delight, for my father’s house.
May that road be long
Which we are going with.

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