Текст песни Анатолий Попудребко - 14. Моя милая мама

There are many words in the world, only the most gentle "mother"
Our mother that children gave so much forces and love
You warm our hands in the most fierce frost
Like a bird chicks sheltered from any evil

How we often Shalii how we were often distressed
We have not seen how much because of us sheds
In the fuss of our days we have not yet noticed
On your head of silver hair

Our sweetheart mom, you haven't apt at all
Your look is also gentle as distant childhood year
Everything is almost like then, only the growing smaller you became
But for adults your sons young you will always

We never knew when you got up in the morning
Did not count at night when you did not wash the eye
I just knew you all knew how to and all had time
You tried to help us about yourself forgetting immediately

You comforted with simple words in testing
You learned to love, you knew how to quickly forgive
And all the wisdom of our grains you gave us
So that then we were able to transfer it to her children

Our sweetheart mom, you haven't apt at all
Your look is also gentle as distant childhood year
Everything is almost like then, only the growing smaller you became
But for adults your sons young you will always

There are many words in the world, only the most gentle "mother"
Our mother that children gave so much forces and love
You warm our hands in the most fierce frost
Like a bird chicks sheltered from any evil