For my mother and brother gone early.
Don't touch sorrowful eyes
And souls, which gone, - they're so sensitive.
Ingenuous and not deceptive.
Don't waste yourself,
Just raise your hands into the sky
And let it be, that God open your eyes
On those, who gone, before the time.
Reject the bitter insults, with no hidden.
Where that happiness is unacceptable.
The wind - the rain told me that all.
Don't waste yourself, I please,
For nothing.
And this sorrowful eyes for us -
We will not see them
Nevermore.
Original version (mine): http://www.stihi.ru/2020/01/26/4419
Нурмухаммед Жакып - "Мама" -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJOVZt3PDwQ
"помним любим скорбим" -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snpASwkBJUQ