Текст песни Джемма Халид - ВЯЗАННЫЙ ЖАКЕТ

On the day I turned 16
Mom gave me a knitted jacket,
And somewhere to the side, she averted her eyes,
They brought a package to us, it's from my father.

Don't think bad about him
Grow up, you yourself will understand everything over the years,
Your father loves you and remembers you
Though he has not lived with us for a long time.

In the evening, a neighbor told me on the street:
Why won't you put on your new jacket,
Mother worked all night to tie him up
And then I understood what a mother is.

Don't think bad about him
Grow up, you yourself will understand everything over the years,
Your father loves you and remembers you
Though he has not lived with us for a long time.

I stroked my hand, my new jacket,
I didn't tell my mother about her secret,
Only sinless love, only dear mother,
Can lie so carefully and so sacredly.

Don't think bad about him
Grow up, you yourself will understand everything over the years,
Your father loves you and remembers you
Though he has not lived with us for a long time.