Lyrics Ярослава - пісня для батьків від випускників

1. I hurry to that village
Where I drank joy from the source
Where she grew up and chose paths
I hurry to my parents' house
I hurry to my mother's hands
That they did not suffer from separations
I often see in a happy dream
Dad's blue eyes are clear
The eyes are clear
Chorus
We are rich, rich, rich
Because both father and mother are still alive
They pray for a good future for me
Let them still be a child
We are rich, rich, rich
Because both father and mother taught
What a good stranger - 2 p.
And I have one home
2. Grandfather pours apples on the threshold
I'm tired of different roads
But I hear through the years
I have songs and parental advice
Let from now and every day
Relatives gathered in the father's house
The house smells of bread and grace
There is enough space for everyone
Places for everyone.
1. I hurry to that village
Where I drank joy from the source
Where she grew up and chose paths
I hurry to my parents' house
I hurry to my mother's hands
That they did not suffer from separations
I often see in a happy dream
Dad's blue eyes are clear
The eyes are clear
Chorus
We are rich, rich, rich
Because both father and mother are still alive
They pray for a good future for me
Let them still be a child
We are rich, rich, rich
Because both father and mother taught
What a good stranger - 2 p.
And I have one home
2. Grandfather pours apples on the threshold
I'm tired of different roads
But I hear through the years
I have songs and parental advice
Let from now and every day
Relatives gathered in the father's house
The house smells of bread and grace
There is enough space for everyone
Places for everyone.
Chorus
We are rich, rich, rich
Because both father and mother are still alive
They pray for a good future for me
Let them still be a child
We are rich, rich, rich
Because both father and mother taught
What a good stranger - 2 p.
And I have one home