Текст песни Benni Abramov - Мать старушка

Sunday old mother
I came to the gates of the prison
And in a scarf to his own son
I brought the transmission.

And she said to the gatekeeper,
That she was tired:
The old legs are tired
I walked forty versts on foot.

Tell Vanyusha!
Everywhere people say
That there are prisoners in the prison
They beat and starve to death.

The warden chuckled.
- your Vanyusha is convicted,
Yesterday morning at dawn
He was calmly sent.

The Czechs condemned him.
By the prison wall
When the verdict was read
Knew the stars alone.

The old woman turned
She swayed slightly
To the overseer quietly
A hand reached out.

I bought the gear
For the last pennies
Pass to prisoners
In commemoration of his soul.

The old woman turned
I went from the gates of the prison
And no one knows about that,
What in her soul she carried.

An old woman came home
She told me where she was
She hugged orphans
She began to cry tearfully.

You orphans, you orphans
You unhappy wife.
So why were they shot
The Czechs are their own son.