Текст песни Квітка Цісик - Рушничок

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

Let it bloom rosyanysta track
And green meadows, groves nightingale,
And your mother nezradlyva affectionate smile,
And your blue eyes upset.
And your mother nezradlyva affectionate smile,
And saddened eyes, your blue pensive.

I take a towel prostelyu like fate,
In tyshim rustling grass, chirping oak,
And on the other towels to revive all the familiar pain
And childhood and separation, and true love.
And on the other towels to revive all the familiar pain
And childhood and separation, your mother's love.