Текст песни Бай Аматов - Самой дорогой

Mother, mother of my heart,
I kiss your hands.
I am with you warm as a child,
I love you !

The image of your years is not old,
The gray hair at the temples let melt.
And fatigue does not know
Age of your soul!

How to love your voice gentle mother,
I whispered a prayer you.
Their apart because I did not have,
God protect you

Mama, Mama, God's ray of your soul,
You my dear, my sweet!
Mama, Mama, the world is not complete without you,
You are my unique!

Will smile on luck,
So dream come true.
Heaven with you cry,
If you cry.

The image of your years is not old,
The gray hair at the temples let melt.
And fatigue does not know
Age of your soul!

How I love your mom hands,
You embrace all the torments and off.
Better mom does not find me a friend,
God keep you!