Текст песни Юрий Ефимов - Мать и сын

Music - Yuri Efimov
Words - Yuri Efimov

Sit close by the fireplace, look at the fire
And in the eyes of his own son spangles of fiery throne.
Touch with your tired bow the depth of soul strings
And give the little hands to all small ones - they don’t lie.

Ask your own son how life is, how are you,
And you will understand that you are loved, that you are not alone in life.

The cold wind blows menacingly over your constellation,
But he will not dare to offend, although he does not promise heat.
The son will put the crown on his knees in dreams.
Let your dreams disturb you - your son calls you on the road ..

Ask your own son how life is, how are you,
And you will understand that you are loved, that you are not alone in life.