Текст песни Олег Винник - Тихо плакала мать

Gray hair you hand it right
Tired gesture familiar to me from childhood,
Tenderly stroked my face
The photo in my album.

From a long-long wait,
From short meetings and farewells
Quietly weeping mother.
From a heap of memories,
From loneliness, silence
Quietly weeping mother,
Quietly weeping mother.

Oh, children, children, chores thy
Oh, children, children, heart calm down.
Tear a large pea
Because of your good eye accidentally fall through.

Forgive me, my dear, for sorrow,
Forgive me, my dear, for separation,
Thank you lit a candle in the window,
What's waiting for me in the soul hiding flour.

From a long-long wait,
From short meetings and farewells
Quietly weeping mother.
From a heap of memories,
From loneliness, silence
Quietly weeping mother.