Текст песни Нина Исакова. Эстрадный оркестр ВРиТ. Дир В.Старостин - Мама сына ждет с войны

Mom is waiting for her son from the war
Music: S. Katz Lyrics: M. Plyatskovsky

Cheerful black-browed guy
I said goodbye to my mother.
"Don't cry, I'll come home again,
You wait for me and do not get old! "
Trumpet signal called for a soldier
In a harsh hour for the whole country.
The earth is humming, enveloped in fire,
And the mother is waiting for her son from the war.

In battle, a bullet mowed down a son,
He fell into the hot grass,
And all the flowers of native Russia
They looked sadly into the blue.
Maple trees drop foliage
Among the disturbing silence
Postmen do not carry letters,
And the mother is waiting for her son from the war.

For a long time, guys of the same age,
Those who survived come back
The overcoats took off their caps
And girls were chosen as wives.
They take children to the old woman,
Full of awkward tenderness
They smoke in silence and leave
And the mother is waiting for her son from the war.

And the mother is waiting for her son from the war ...

1964