Текст песни Раїса Кириченко - Батьківська оселя

music by Igor Poklad
words of Dmitry Lutsenko

Cherry orchard, tidy homestead,
The edge of the road, on the outskirts of the village.
Our grandmother is the only one in the yard,
Willow braided into a haze of braids.

And the apple tree is our favorite,
Which, fortunately, my father planted.
Deep well blue bowl
And swallows are a shrewd motive
And swallows are a shrewd motive

I stand anxious in sorrow
And I am still happy with the hopes:
Or maybe the native handkerchief is in pain again
Butterfly in sunflowers lane.

Or maybe the father will leave the house again
And drops of tears crystallize in his eyes.
My father and mother will no longer invite me
To the house in the raspberry bushes,
To the house in the raspberry bushes.

Everything froze and I called: "Dad and Mom"
And I call, I call, the echo rolls
And everything disappeared and the manor was cleaned
The edge of the road on the outskirts of the village,
The edge of the road on the outskirts of the village.