Текст песни Павел Зибров - напоминание про любимого дедушку

My Mom
Music Zibrov Pavlo
Yuri Rybczynski words

After many winters and summers
I brought you a bouquet,
I brought you a bouquet, dear.

But your neighbor said to me:
"Your mother was not at home,
your mother has recently gone ... "

Nothing! I'll wait,
I'll wait for her in the garden,
Where in the shade of birch trees is always cool.

But the neighbor said: "Do not wait!
Your mother, I'm sorry,
Do not ever return back ... "

Chorus:
My Mommy! Awake,
You're waiting for me, but did not wait,
I would give everything for the one you think,
So come in my sleep and do not go.
My Mommy! My good!
Gentle mine! Light My!

I stood at two birches,
And in the eyes froze question:
How can I live without you? - I do not know.

Who wakes up in the morning?
Who will be in the wind
Wait for me now, tell me, dear?

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