Текст песни Наши мамы,Г.Буляков-- сл.В.Пеленягрэ - исп.Г.Буляков

Years fall like leaves
They can't turn green now ...
How many different truths we have learned
How many of them are untouched in the soul.

They sent letters, telegrams,
Slowly on our doorstep.
Mothers did not know how to be offended,
Reading everything about us between the lines.

Bitter taste in late regrets
The account of grievances and joys is different.
We were late for a moment,
Yes, this is a lifetime long.

What is what - we will understand, of course, ourselves,
But how will it be missed sometimes
Mothers who look with kind eyes
From yellowed cards to us.