Текст песни микола янченко - білі рушники

Towels, towels
Embroidered on the fate we have.
It is not just strings,
That path to the native house ...
If time, ever,
Get lost in a distant way,
You look at the towel
Visit the native threshold.
You look at the towel
Visit the native threshold.

White towels my mother
Not yellowed, not pozhovknut of years.
In good, happily, forever
Mother's glow towels us ...

Fly years
And the cherry bloom, vidtsvitaly ...
Towels, towels,
You have become dearer to me.
Remember, dear son,
You have embroidered fortune.
It is not just a towel,
That path to the house to house.
It is not just a towel,
That path to the native house ...

White towels my mother
Bloom happiness, joy, songs.
For good for ever ...
Mother's glow towels us ...

White towels my mother
Not yellowed, not pozhovknut of years.
In good, happily, forever
Mother's glow towels us