Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Бабий Яр

Mom, why are you crying,
When sewing my dress
Yellow star?
Here is a Jewellery
Good puppy used to the neck -
I give him now.

And where are gone our own,
Maybe there is not scary,
Maybe there toys and food?
I was told by some uncle,
Through his glasses in the paper looking
That tomorrow will take us there.

Look, how lovely,
Here the orchestra plays Freilekhs,
Why are so many people here?
Mother, tell me, mother,
Who's dug this hole
And why should we put in front of her?

What are you crying, do not you see -
Their language is similar to Yiddish
Why all drunk in the morning?
Maybe the war play,
Once crackers shoot ...
Mom, this is not a game.
Mom, why are you crying,
Mom, why are you pla ...