Текст песни с.Студеное Карасукского р-на НСО - Провожала мать сыночка

MOTHER OF THE SON

Music by Dmitry Vasiliev-Buglai
Words by Sergey Alymov

Seeing off the son’s mother,
Tight, tight hug
I didn’t wipe my eyes with a handkerchief,
I did not shed bitter tears.

The harsh enemy is threatening
It’s going in black clouds.
I am not alone
My dear son on a camping trip.

I have no reason to grieve:
I did not give birth to a coward.
Go, son of an eagle,
To great things!

Do not regret, dear, strength,
Beat the villains to the end!
I got drunk, I fed
The winner is a fighter.

I give you a handkerchief
Wipe them with sweat and blood.
Here is a handkerchief, in a small knot
I made love.

As a hero fight the enemy!
Give everything to your native land!
Come back to us with victory
My son dear.

1942