Текст песни Светлана Копылова - Родительская любовь

The young man left to study
From mother and father
Like a chick, flew to the capital,
Fluttering from the birthplace porch.

He sent one letter of everything,
That everything is okay with him
But they, of course, were few,
Letters from one son.

And he didn’t write more letters,
And seeing the horizon in the darkness
Sometimes his mother sighed,
Probably their son got sick.

When the sky was clear
Father said with a smile
That, they say, everything is fine with the son,
He is full of vigor and strength.

When their son returned home, -
I didn’t find my parents.
One neighbor is only gray-haired
About them the poor man told:

As the old men looked at the sky
How grieved all about him ...
“But I was not completely unhappy!”
I wrote to them in my letter!

The neighbor sighed: "Do not understand!
After all, you were alone with them!
If you raise a son, you will find out! "
- Yes, I already have a son!

But I will not do
To such nonsense!
So holidays replaced weekdays
And the son grew up very big.

He decided to live abroad,
I honored my father in one letter
“How good,” the old man thought.
Though I planted a tree with him.

But something branch broke -
Why didn’t it happen to him?
And now the leaves have blossomed!
Well, thank God he is alive!