Александр Тремаскин - Доля Матерей
текст песни

How hard is the lot of mothers
No wonder you have gray hair
Sometimes for us, our dissolute sons
Insomnia, anxiety and wrinkles
Souls ache for us year after year
More and more often our hearts are not in place
Only a mother waits for her son until death
Only a mother will tell you everything without flattery

How hard is the lot of mothers
We are all not without sin and even too
To deprive you of no relatives as before
You are a young boy for her forever
Sometimes she laughs and scolds
Sometimes she sighs before the icon
And quietly quietly tells God
Why is your fate such, son

How hard is the lot of mothers
It is bitter as the taste of forest wormwood
Sometimes we cannot find a couple of days
We wander around the world in a foreign land
How much we should say
What we usually forget
Only a mother knows how to love and wait
And we remember it too late