Текст песни Иван Гагин - Молитва матери

At the edge of the village
An old hut.
There in front of the icon
The old woman is praying.

Old woman praying
He remembers his son,
Son in a distant land
He saves the motherland.

The old woman is praying
Wipes away tears.
And in the eyes of the tired
Dreams bloom.

She sees the field
This is a battlefield
He sees his son in the field -
Of the fallen hero.

On the chest wide
The wound is caked
Hands clenched the banner
Enemy camp.

And from happiness to grief
She all froze
Gray head
She bowed into her arms.

And covered their eyebrows
Rare grays,
And from the eyes, like beads.
Tears are falling.