Verse 1
For so long as I can keep in mind,
The home windows at all times glowed for me,
Within the room full of quiet spring,
And embroidered towels on the wall.
In that sacred, peaceable chamber,
A baby’s coronary heart would learn and know
Shevchenko’s sort and watchful eyes,
And golden patterns in a row.
Refrain
Mom, your kids are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mom, to your tender room,
We’ll return once more by and by.
Verse 2
That countless childhood temptation –
Open the door and you will notice,
A desk wearing Sunday white
And mom ready patiently.
Verse 3
For so long as I can keep in mind,
That white fabric at all times shone so vibrant.
In your room, expensive mom, I do know,
Day by day felt like Sunday mild.
Refrain
Mom, your kids are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mom, to your tender room,
We’ll return once more by and by.
Verse 4
Possibly removed from dwelling and shelter,
My wings will falter within the air.
The star will fade, and after that –
No extra nightingales anyplace.
Verse 5
Son, keep in mind this, my son –
Regardless of the place life takes your flight,
All might depart their mom’s dwelling,
However none neglect its mild mild.
Refrain (x2)
Mom, your kids are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mom, to your tender room,
We’ll return once more by and by.
