Текст песни Квітка Кейсі Цісик - Пісня про рушник

My Dear Mother, you do not dospala nights,
You drove me to the edge of the village fields,
And in a way far you me at dawn accompanied,
And fortunately embroidered towel provided.

And in a way far you me at dawn accompanied,
And fortunately embroidered towel, the share given.

Let it bloom rosyanysta track
And green meadows, and groves nightingale,
And your mother nezradlyva affectionate smile,
And upset your eyes are good.

And your mother nezradlyva affectionate smile,
And saddened eyes are good, your blue.

I take a towel prostelyu like fate,
In tyhim rustling grasses, the twittering oak.
And on the other towels revive all painfully familiar:
And childhood and separation, and true love.

And on the other towels revive all painfully familiar:
And childhood and separation, and your mother's love.