Текст песни Дмитро Дорогий - До мами

I go to familiar paths,
What remained in my heart forever.
Hasten, fly, go to my mother.
As a true son like a real man.
To her I vklonyusya low
And kiss wrinkles youth.
For you Mom, I pray
I appreciate your golden years.
I shall I cease to threshold
Think adolescence years.
Tired, Mom, I'm out of the way.
Summer marks given to ...
Why, Mom, pomarnila?
Why spits in your gray hair?
Why is old soul?
Say's where my fault?
Sorry, sometimes I have gone astray
And you wait in solitude.
Mum, I do not forget,
Years Children are sacred ...
Please ridnesenka not go out!
Worlds like the sun in the spring.
Thy years are so beautiful,
You shall love your autumn days.