Текст песни Матушка про сына который погиб - Портрет висящий на стене

Portrait hanging on the wall
Reminds me a lot !
Do not forget to give it never
Love the last year

Come down from the wall of my son
Sit down , talk to me !
Say a few words , my dear,
Sonny favorite gold.

Here Mom again at the stove ,
In the hope that you come back you ,
Prepares sweets you
And the tea boil on the fire .

What a sweet , my home ,
As the first honey in the early spring ,
Flowers fields , top of the mountains,
Expanse of the sea , the earth's space ...

All your life , you are my mother ,
Instantly flashed before me ,
Boy in shorts , barefoot ...
Now became an adult silent type ...