Текст песни Тріо Новий час - Вишиванка

1. Mother embroidered a shirt,
The edge of the window sat on a chair,
And often carried out of the house,
That the shirt, like snow, turned white.
Until sunrise went through the fields,
Gathered threads in the palm of your hand,
Her tangle, between the grasses, with paths,
Sycamore branches rolled red.
2. Took to have a filament,
I rinsed them in pure dew
And putting them on their knees,
She sang about the thorny path.
Long sounds grew into the threads,
Sprouted in flowers and leaves,
Bloom on the brim of steel,
When she finished sewing the shirt.
3. Embroidered it in the spring
Blue streams of sky,
Pure heart and kindness,
Because the child needs to go
Hey, I'm wearing this shirt,
I will walk among the people in it.
Petals - from spring foam,
Flowers - from the kindness of the mother.
LOSS
Clear embroidery - distance and bows,
Nightingale singing songs,
Tears of joy and separation,
The nights are starry, sleepless.
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Relentless love for the son,
Gentle grace.
In the thread of each -
Enchanted Ukraine.
The paths of the pigeons are not similar