Текст песни Ірина Цуканова - Мати

From the horizon the sun over the field followed
And early in the morning on the rye have stingers.
And he turned to the sun, and it asked
About the only son that waited for the war.
Oh, honey, tender you our warm
And the mountain you examine our earth.
Everything you see, everything you hear, everything you know.
Where are my only little boy, or I will tell
A woman was at a neighbor was,
As has approached the sun i heard.
So what do you say asked whether forgotten
What has passed five years since the war past
How was your little boy is alive or not returned
Do you do you think the house he forgotten paths
Do you think you would most he left
Probably somewhere in the weed he bowed his head.
Also near Rye Ubrannogo cholovk neighbor
And very unfortunately it was that woman.
He said to his wife Lose poor mother,
For grief may not be easy mind
- I'm not quite bozhevlna - they have said -
Why say that he died, I did not know
Because it does not close, it is not love
In my heart my little boy will always live
- It is my breath that kindly face,
A stream is piped like, his voice calling,
A river glistens in the sun then smile son.
Do not ever hold a native grave