Текст песни Юрий Лоза - Мать пишет

Mother writes ,
What purpose is still our house on the edge ,
But empty and lonely,
And what keeps my toys .
And I read between the lines :
You take care of yourself , son.

Mother writes ,
That years passed unnoticed ,
Profit hoarfrost temple,
That sooner hands hardened .
And I read between the lines :
I'm waiting for you , son!

Mother writes ,
That is far from the gray old age,
What drives ailments over the threshold ,
That does not take her fatigue.
And I read between the lines :
I feel bad without you , son ...

Mother writes ,
That again outside ring drops
Once spring arrives in time
Rooks flew to the nest .
And I read between the lines :
I 'll wait for you, my son,
I 'll wait for you, my son,
I 'll wait for you, son ..

Mother writes ...