Текст песни Елена Гудкова - Сынок

Sonny
Poetry and music E. Gudkovoj

More mothers like sons.
Because they go to war.
If the enemy will be at the door,
Protecting the children of their mothers.

Son mother always very happy.
It is her love and reward.
He remembers it, do not forget,
In war, sometimes killed.

Chorus:

In life, many roads.
Do not get lost son.
Will anyone
Son of the native
Mama forgive and understand.

Adults become a son, but mama
He is still the same little boy.
She knits mittens needles,
He thinks about it, and she can not sleep.

I pray that the trouble is not newly-fallen snow,
To get a good wife.
She gave birth to children and to old age
With him it was in sorrow and in joy.

Chorus.

In life, many roads.
Do not get lost son.
Will anyone
Son of the native
Mom always understand.