Мама, твои дети подобны птицам.

Стих 1

Насколько я помню,
Окна всегда светились для меня,
В комнате, наполненной тихой весной,
И вышитые полотенца на стене.
В этом священном, мирная палата,
A child’s heart would read and know
Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes,
И золотые узоры в ряд.

Chorus

Mother, your children are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.

Стих 2

That endless childhood temptation –
Open the door and you will see,
A table dressed in Sunday white
And mother waiting patiently.

Стих 3

Насколько я помню,
That white cloth always shone so bright.
In your room, dear mother, I know,
Every day felt like Sunday light.

Chorus

Mother, your children are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.

Стих 4

Maybe far from home and shelter,
My wings will falter in the air.
The star will fade, and after that –
No more nightingales anywhere.

Стих 5

Сын, remember this, my son –
No matter where life takes your flight,
All may leave their mother’s home,
But none forget its gentle light.

Chorus (х2)

Mother, your children are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.

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