Текст песни Ольга Качанова - Бедное мое сердце

My poor heart
crying about you , Mom.
That is already the sun has set ,
I only few days .

Not only me stuffy night ,
a year has passed - and I was a little ...
I push the cheek on the pillow ,
embroidered you, Mom.

And her roses bloom
me-nots , peonies ...
How I did not pour tears ,
not bloom buds .

Even if tears rain
or prolonged rain ...
If I was lucky ,
you would have lived longer.

You would have lived longer -
embroidered flowers more ...