Lyrics Сергей Сушко - Рiдна мати моя

My mother is dear, you have not slept at night
You led me into the fields by the village
And on the way you were traveling me at dawn
I thankfully gave the embroidered towel

Let the dewy path blossom on it
And green meadows and nightingale groves
And your irreverent, motherly kind smile
And your sad eyes are good

I'll take that towel, spread it out like fate
In the quiet rustle of herbs, the chirping of the beaver
And on that gun, blossom all the familiar to pain
And childhood and separation and true love.