Текст песни М. Кристалинская - Наши мамы

That spring seemed to be eternal -
And look from the frames from the walls
Our mothers in dresses,
Our moms, young at all,
Eyebrows are flying wallato,
Not a single wrinkle near the eye,
Who will now believe that once
Our moms were younger than us.

We are still in the dawn dreams to Vitai,
Moms climb a little light
We again fly somewhere,
Moms for a long time wave after
And the sown sorrows lie
White snow on the temples they have
If we choose my mothers
I would still chose yours.

You can drive around the whole of Russia
Spend on the road many days
Do not meet anyone beautiful
Do not meet anyone
(Shlit them more often than telegrams,
Let you warm them up with letters
All in the world can our moms,
Just do not know how to grow old.) 2p.