Текст песни Майя Кристалинская - Кто отзовется

The songs all we sang, flock to her mother,
Sleeping White Birch in the frosty mist,
Well you can not sleep, my dear mother,
Well trembling eyelashes, dear mother.

Responsible old not in word but a sigh:
Overgrown trail my lichen, moss,
Already for a long time, I see - frown spruce,
Already long ago, I heard - crying a blizzard.

For distant hills grieve sunsets,
Under long-standing hills son soldiers,
Circling above them snow Note
Fragile as frost, eternal memory.

Cry, if you do not wait for a return,
But fate does not like and ask for forgiveness,
Brimstone wolf old age crept up,
Only and left - snow so tired.

It's not there birch in a snowy field,
This proportion of mothers weeping share,
All my darling can not wait,
Someone will respond to it who will respond.