ДАБРОВ, Серега Булат - Письмо маме
текст песни

Time will pass, believe me, my mother.
We'll soon return home.
And on the threshold of our beloved home.
We'll meet again.
Tell me how things are in the village, like family.
We'll sit down and start reminiscing.
Over a glass of vodka, we'll remember my brother.
Who also went off to war.

So, how are you here, how are you?
Tell me how things are in the village.
Don't keep me in suspense.
I'm doing well.
The boys are waiting there.
Mom, there's a war going on there.
And so the days drag on.
We'll take it.
This is our land.
We're not there for medals, not for orders.
Always in body armor.
Yes, we live in the fields.
Mom, God is always with us, He protects me.
There's fog.
It's all over.
I always wait for your letter, it brings good news.
How's our native land?
A collection of beautiful places.
I promise I'll return.
And I'll get married, believe me.
Understand, don't watch the news.
I'm already halfway there.
Gather the guests.
Let's gather around the table.
Oh, my dear steppe.
Russian bathhouse, warm bed.

Time will pass, believe me, my mother.
We'll soon return home.
And on the threshold of our beloved home.
We'll meet again.
Tell me how things are in the village, like family.
We'll sit down and start reminiscing.
Over a glass of vodka, we'll remember my brother.
Who also went off to fight.

Rain outside.
A thunderstorm is raging again.
The boys are leaving.
The city train station.
Empty since the morning.
Mom, I'll write.
As soon as I get there,
I'll write right away.
Time slips through my fingers.
Like sand.
From the train to the front.
One quick march.
Scribbled down a couple of new lines to the accompaniment of a guitar. Wheels knock knock, languid evening
This war takes the best
Leaving scars and pain in the souls of loved ones
This war takes ordinary boys
Who will never return home
Will disappear into the sunset
And never wake up
And the mother continues to stand by the icons
Looking at the photo
Where her son is laughing
Believing and waiting for him from the front

Time has passed
Believe me, my mother
Here I am returning home
You waited
I kept my word
Coming back to you alive
And your family will gather at the table
We'll sit down and start reminiscing
Over a glass of vodka, we'll remember all our
Boys whose mothers never waited for

Time will pass, believe me, my mother
We'll soon return home
And on the threshold of our beloved home
We'll meet again
Tell me how things are in the village, how are we as family
Let's sit down and begin Let's remember
Over a glass of vodka, let's remember our brother
Who also went off to war