Текст песни а зори здесь тихие - Мы вернёмся назад

Shcherbaty month on the outside of the river,
The smell of cut grass over the child,
Mother's hands weave my scythe -
Everything that I dream of, everything that I love.

Chorus:
We will come back.
In another way can not be, you hear me dear!
Mom, I did not have time to you all my secrets to tell ...
Germinate in the spring grass and birch trees rustle, not tar.
Mom, mom, listen - this is my voice, I'm home again!

Time for letters from dusk till dawn -
Line by line. Yes, that's one problem -
Is there a place where running around barefoot,
Waiting there a breakfast with fresh milk?

Chorus:
We will come back.
In another way can not be, you hear me dear!
Mom, I did not have time to you all my secrets to tell ...
It grows in the spring grass and birch trees rustle, not tar.
Mom, mom, listen - this is my voice, I'm home again