Гадулин Олег - Здравствуй, мама - Дорожка 11
текст песни

Digital in 2014. Egor Andreev.

More words:

Hello, dear mother, really
Didn't you recognize my son?
In your youth, you escorted me, dear mother,
And now you meet an old man.

"Where, you, my clear falcon, wandered?
Where, you are clear falcon, disappeared?
Why did not return home?
He was alive - why didn’t he write?

Maybe you were buried in the earth
Behind Pechora, a quick river?
And since then my heart hurts
I am doused with a burning with a tear ... "

I have not been, mom, I was buried in the earth,
And with death he lived for a long time.
In mines, in mines, dear mother,
He experienced a lot of grief.

Our camp, mother, was built
Behind Pechora, a quick river,
Thought about freedom, dear mother,
Drinking a burning tear.

Again these dusty cars,
Again the knock of wheels, an uneven battle,
Again empty plates
And dogs of convoy evil howl.

Now I have left the deadline and returned ...
You see before you is a son.
In your youth, you escorted me, dear mother,
And now you meet an old man.

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Hello mother! Didn't I find out
Your beloved son?
You escorted me to the young man,
And now you meet an old man.

You probably did not dream of mom
See your son?
And the old woman sobbed bitterly,
Hugging, began to kiss.

"Where so long, the falcon, so wandering?
Where so long, Falcon, have you flyed?
Why didn't you return home?
Was he alive and did not write letters?

They told me: you are buried in the earth
Behind Pechora, a quick river.
And since then my heart hurts
Drinking sadness and longing. "

I was not, mom, I was buried in the earth.
I was with death, mom, I lived together.
Behind Pechora, fast river,
He experienced many thoughts and grief.

Young years flew there,
Where a cheerful nightingale sang ...
My hair is already gray.
Ah, how sorry for your youth!

Often death walked behind him,
Often, often hunger, I pissed down,
In the summer, the heat with rains tormented,
And in the winter the frost made a way.

So pour in, mom, more vodka,
I will flood the soul with bitter vodka.
I'll forget the camp flour
And I will give you joy.

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So hello, mother! I really did not recognize
Your beloved son?
You escorted me to the young man,
And now you meet an old man.

"So hello, son, good and welcome!
Where did you, Sokol, flew for a long time?
He was alive, did not return home,
But why didn’t you write letters to me?

And they told me that you are buried in the earth
There for Pechori, behind the Russian river?
And all my life I was sick with my soul
And she was doused with a mother's tear ... "

So I was not buried at that time,
And I am together with death, mom, lived.
There for Pechori, for the Russian river
I am a lot of grief, mom, survived.

And these years were rushing young,
As if sang a nightingale on a branch.
And my hair became completely gray.
Oh, how sorry I am, mother, my youth!

So pour in, mom, bitter vodka,
I will pour my sadness with vodka.
I will forget the camp flour
And about this song - what I sing.