Текст песни Ірина Зінковська - Мамина хатина

Mom's hut at the edge of the village
Where the cranberry branches extend,
Where the fossil blossom embraced,
Mom's lighthouse, like a miracle blossom.

Near the mud of mallow they generously wander
The window is lit - the house is not yet sleeping.
I'll go into the house, sit by the window -
The smell of root-mint is like spring itself.

Mom is tempted, as a child again
And joy and love will be declared in the soul
And sadness and grief - I will forget everything
Only if my mother lived another hundred years.