Текст песни Максим Трошин - Матушка пела

Eyes close again timidly ,
Trying to remember your childhood ...
I only remember : my mother sang ...
Song filled my heart .

Winters over the evil ice-hole white
In Chillmere water linen strips ,
All numb , my mother sang .
Song filled my childhood .

More she had nothing .
Only his voice . The - the knife .
There was no bread . My mother sang,
And that is why I stayed alive.

Near the war raging and smoldering .
Fed hodilo one crow .
Widow wept . My mother sang .
Song filled my childhood .

Elapsed time , memory numb .
But without the war, I do not live a day .
All these years, my mother sang .
It must , keep me .

We took her light body
On - field everlasting dwelling.
Everything seemed to me - my mother sang .
Song filled my heart .