Текст песни В. Толкунова - Мама моя. Посвящаю Моей Милой, Нежной, Любимой МАМЕ...

My mother is my tenderness,
The pain is infinite.

Doodling Taiga closed at the gate,
Peace and peace in your pine house,
But the echoes of the past years still lives
In your soul and in an old album.

Grandchildren on you, laughing, look from the walls,
And you are tired of the hands lowered,
And you can read on the rows of blue veins,
How you lived like you rostilated children.

My mother is my tenderness,
The pain is infinite.

I know about me you think now
And listen to one under the sky blue:
Will the porch, will not start it
a door -
As hundreds of thousands of mothers in Russia.

In your carved window frozen river
And Yelnik reflects frosty,
And in the hair of your Ural snow,
And maybe the Ural birches.

My mother is my tenderness,
The pain is infinite ...