Текст песни Кавказский шансон - В воскресенье мать-старушка передачу принесла

On Sunday, the mother of an old woman came to the gate of the prison,
His own son had brought the transmission
His own son had brought the transmission
And prevratniku said heartfelt words
Legs tired old, 40 miles on foot, I was
Legs tired old, 40 miles on foot, I was

Pass transfer, and then people say,
What people are prisoners in prisons hunger starved
What people are prisoners in prisons hunger starved
And prevratnik answers
Your son is not
Early in the morning at dawn he sent to the light
Early in the morning at dawn he sent to the light

Turning away from the mother-old woman left the prison gates
And anybody that does not know what she was carrying in his heart
On Sunday, the mother-old woman rush out of the house is gone
And to the grave on the edge of the flowers brought
And to the grave on the edge of the flowers brought
I'll remember thee
Sleep is my native son
I see Kolybel..tebya
Rest in peace, dear
I see Kolybel..tebya
Rest in peace, dear