Текст песни Детский хор - Вернулся я на Родину

Returned to his homeland. The birches are noisy.
For many years, I served in someone else's edge.
And I go like in my youth I will zarefully,
And our quiet streets do not know at all.

The garden has grown over the shore with shady paths,
The outskirts are built up, the plant is not to know.
In his home blouse, in a slam of peas
Gray, long-awaited, mother meets me.