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With photos son tenderly looks at his mother,
And he can not tear his eyes from her,
As she aged, but he is young,
Well-cut, handsome as if alive.

On the ground, there is no other people, no foreign mothers
The happiness in the happiness of mother's favorite child
If the son did not come home after the fight,
Warm her caresses you like a native.

Knock to our mothers,
Knock and it will be opened,
Wide the doors and their hearts
Those that without sons affection ache.

Knock to our mothers,
And warm them his affection,
Their sons have commanded you
Make a life for their beautiful fairy tale.

On the ground, there is no other people, no foreign mothers
The happiness in the happiness of mother's favorite child
If the son did not come home after the fight,
Warm her caresses you like a native.

Knock to our mothers,
Let your mom you are not jealous,
They will be happy to sons
On that day and night, yearning.

Knock to our mothers ...