Текст песни а зори здесь тихие - Мы вернёмся назад

Dented month in the wild across the river,
The smell of cut grass on childhood,
Mom's hands weave my scythe -
Everything that I dream all that much.

Chorus:
We will come back.
In another way, can not be, you hear a native!
Mom, I did not have time to you all the secrets of their own to tell ...
Germinate in the spring grass and birch trees rustle, not tar.
Mom, mom, listen - this is my voice, I'm home again!

Time for letters from dusk till dawn -
Line by line. Yes, that's one problem -
Is there a place where running barefoot,
Are there waiting for breakfast with fresh milk?

Chorus:
We will come back.
In another way, can not be, you hear a native!
Mom, I did not have time to you all the secrets of their own to tell ...
Grass grows in the spring and birch noise, no tar.
Mom, mom, listen - this is my voice, I'm home again