If I feel it in my heart In the vanity of adult life, I rush home without warning, While wandering around in the world, I forgot. And my mother put her arm around my shoulders, And I see all this love. And, as best friends, all evening Let's cry and watch the memories. Your love, mom, is endless streams, Your love, mom, is a never-ending garden. Don’t inadvertently harm anyone - Lyubov, who knows neither falsehood nor joy... Your prayers reached the sky, They protected me from failure. I told you so many sweet words, And the requirement was bulo moviti “probach”. You gave me a pure kind And the soul that I recognized in my songs, I ask the sky for a fence, May there be happiness in your eyes.
