Lyrics Ю.Лоза - Письмо матери

Mother writes that we still have our little house on the fringe
But emptied and lonely and that stores my toys
And I read between the lines
I'm really waiting for you son
Mother writes that unnoticed years flew by
It is strewn with frost
That early hands roughened
And I read between the lines
Take care of yourself sonny
Mother writes that it is far more gray-haired old age
What drives the sickness over the threshold
What does not take away her fatigue
And I read between the lines
I feel bad without you son
The mother writes that again the window is ringing drips
The rooks returned home on time
Spring carpet green stelite
And I read between the lines
I'll wait for you son
I'll wait for you son
I'll wait for you son