Валентина Толкунова - Мама старенькая, мама маленькая
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Adult children,
This is for mom, somewhat strange
Old mom,
This is probably natural.
Became whitish mother's braids,
But behind glasses with thick lenses,
Like half a century ago,
Mom’s eyes are the same.

Mom is old, Mom Little,
Hands in the freckles became in freckles over the years.
Mom is old, Mom Little,
But she is young.

Adult children, busy forever,
Rare meetings.
The old mother shares pain and anxiety only with God:
A tear rolls along the wrinkle
These tears are counted by an angel,
She is an important business - God to pray for children.

Mom is old, Mom Little,
Hands in the freckles became in freckles over the years.
Mom is old, Mom Little,
But she is young.

Mom is old, Mom Little,
Hands in the freckles became in freckles over the years.
Mom is old, Mom Little,
But she is young.

Mother...
Mother...
But she is young.