Текст песни ПЕТЛЮРА - Вязанный жакет

On the day I turned sixteen
Mom gave me a knitted jacket.
And somewhere to the side she looked away:
- They brought the package to us. This is from the father.

Chorus:
Don’t think bad of him.
If you grow up, you yourself will understand everything over the years.
Your father loves and remembers you
Although he has not lived with us for a long time.

In the evening, a neighbor told me on the street:
“Why don’t you put on your new jacket?”
“Mother worked all night to tie him up.”
And then I realized what Mother is.

Chorus.

I stroked my new jacket with my hand.
I did not tell my mother about her secret.
Only sinless love, only mother
It can be so careful and so holy to lie.