Текст песни Матушка про сына который погиб - Портрет висящий на стене

Portrait hanging on the wall
It reminds me a lot !
Do not forget he will never
Love last year

Come down from the wall of my son
Sit down , talk to me !
Say a few words , my dear,
My son 's favorite gold.

Here again, Mom at the stove ,
In the hope that you will return ,
Prepare sweets you
And the tea boils on the fire .

What a sweet , my home ,
As the first honey in the early spring ,
Flower fields , mountain top ,
Surface of the sea , the earth's space ...

All your life , you are my mother ,
Instantly flashed before me ,
As a boy in shorts , barefoot ...
Who grew up silent type ...