In the hour of inescapable melancholy,
The heart that understands all,
And warmth from the hand,
I miss my mother so much.
Everything was quickly fixed when I was a kid.
Whenever I weep, Mom rushes to my side and smiles.
Time raced by at a breakneck speed.
Now it's different.' I keep my tears hidden and remain silent.
What is the location of the path leading to the house?
I'd like to be a kid again, Mom.
"Don't wait for awful betrayals
To believe in people and smile.
Not to leave loved ones behind,
And not to be afraid of flying"
This is how she always teaches.
The edges have been obliterated, Mom.
We remain trapped in the trap of Grievances
And folded into our souls,
Enjoyment exists only on the surface.
But we can't get warm from our complaints.
And then it got more colder.
Mom, take me back to my childhood,
To the land of friendly-natured lifestyle.
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