Текст песни Максим Трошин - Матушка пела

Again I close my eyes timidly,
Forgot your childhood trying to ...
I only remember: my mother sang ...
Songs filled my heart.

Winters over the evil ice-hole white
In Chillmere water linen strips,
All numb, my mother sang.
Songs filled my childhood.

More, she had nothing.
Only his voice. His - the knife.
There was no bread. My mother sang,
And because I was alive.

Near the war raging and smoldering.
Fed crows were current one.
Widows weeping. My mother sang.
Songs filled my childhood.

Elapsed time, memory numb.
But without the war, I do not live a day.
All these years, my mother sang.
It must, keep me.

We took her slight body
In everlasting field-housing.
Everything seemed to me - my mother sang.
Songs filled my heart.