Текст песни Юрий Лоза - Ты береги себя, сынок.

Mother writes that more intact our house on the edge,
But empty and lonely
And what keeps my toys,
And I'm reading between the lines -
You take care of yourself, son.

Mother writes that seamlessly years passed,
It arrived with frost temple,
As early hands hardened,
And I'm reading between the lines -
I'm waiting for you, son.

Mother writes that far more gray-haired old age,
What drives ailments over the threshold,
That does not take her fatigue,
And I'm reading between the lines -
I feel bad without you, son.

Mother writes that again outside ring drops
Once spring comes to life,
The Rooks Have Arrived on the nests,
And I'm reading between the lines -
I'll wait for you, son.

I'll wait for you, son.
I'll wait for you, son.