Текст песни Ю.Лоза - Мать пишет

The mother says that the purpose still our house on the edge
But empty and lonely and that keeps my toys
I read between the lines
I am waiting for you my son
The mother says that the years passed unnoticed
Sand strewn with frost
As early hands coarsened
I read between the lines
You take care of yourself and son
Mother writes that far from hoary old age
What drives ailments over the threshold
That does not take her fatigue
I read between the lines
I feel bad without you, son
Mother writes that again outside ring dripping
Rooks are back home in time
Spring green carpet Lays
I read between the lines
I'll wait for you my son
I'll wait for you my son
I'll wait for you my son