Once again I meet her tender gaze.
Mama, don't judge; it's not necessary, I judge myself.
I leave, but I believe that very soon,
I will run back to you again,
To my birth home. I love you.
Again we'll sit, as before, again I see your tender glance,
You give me your hope and love.
We'll laugh and we'll cry. Mama, be with me more often,
Next to me, and then good fortune will find your daughter..."
"Mama"
by Tatiana Bulanova
Forgive my mistakes and my long silence.
I'll tell you everything in detail,
After all, it's completely impossible for us to meet.
Outside the window the blizzard commands its own battle,
But in the children's home it's quiet, and the clock struck midnight.
And I miss only your kind eyes,
And I so don't want to go to school again in the morning.
And through the blizzard the others in the home are sleeping,
And the lonely wind howls like a wolf at the glass,
Let it cover your last track in the winter snow,
I'd give anything, if only I could be with you forever.
Everything is OK with me, except there's no you..."
"Pis'mo" by Yuri Shatunov
My last letter to you,
My unhappy letter home,
And think, no doubt, of fate.
You think how we'll meet again,
I will, as always, buy you flowers.
I know, mama, you're tired of waiting,
But only you are able to wait for me.
Forgive me, forgive,
Forgive me, forgive,
Mamulya, mama, mam,
Mamulya, mama, mama.
For your warm word-synok (dear son)
For your motherly caresses,
Forgive me...
My words are in my soul, not in a letter..."
"Pis'mo mame"
Mikhail Krug
