Текст песни Роман Рудий - Білі тумани

Somewhere over gray Dnieper
floating white fog,
Somewhere over gray Dnieper
flying cranes.
Oh white fog,
Bring you to my mother,
filial greetings
from foreign land.

Let will mum
of the prodigal son
These congratulations
the edges of a foreign land.
Oh, white fog,
tell my mom,
With heart and soul
I was always with her.

And time is elusive
runs year after year,
And if recently
I was still small.
I did not think Mom
leave our home,
I did not think that I will
so ungrateful.

And then in exile
No fun,
Hard work
manages all
And it survive
with you we musym,
And a better life
God asks.

Do not cry, my dear
one evening
And do not worry
daily at window
I will return home,
fall to his knees,
ask mum
forgive me.

Somewhere over gray Dnieper
floating white fog,
Somewhere over gray Dnieper
flying cranes.
Oh white fog,
Bring you to my mother,
filial greetings
from foreign land.