Mom's Towel after Andrey Malyshko
Mother mine did not sleep at the every night time.
She took me to the fields along nearest hamlets.
And she sent of me on a long journey at the dawn
And gave an embroidered towel for happiness.
And she sent of me on a long journey at the dawn,
And gave as a fate a towel embroidered for a good luck.
Let a dewy long path bloom on it incessantly,
And green silent quiet meadows and nightingale groves,
And your so disconcerted maternal delicate smile there,
And expressive sad eyes which always are good.
And your so disconcerted maternal affectionate smile there,
And expressive sad blue eyes good of yours are extremely good.
I'll take that towel, I'll spread it like my fate
In the quiet rustling grasses, in the chirping of wild oak woods.
And on that towel everything painfully familiar will revive clearly -
And , and very true love.
And on that towel everything painfully familiar will revive clearly -
And childhood, separation,and very true mother your love.