Verse 1
For so long as I will be able to consider,
The home windows all the time glowed for me,
Within the room full of quiet spring,
And embroidered towels at the wall.
In that sacred, non violent chamber,
A kid’s center 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, for your gentle room,
We’ll go back once more via and via.
Verse 2
That unending adolescence temptation –
Open the door and you’ll see,
A desk wearing Sunday white
And mom ready patiently.
Verse 3
For so long as I will be able to consider,
That white material all the time shone so vivid.
For your room, expensive mom, I do know,
Each day felt like Sunday gentle.
Refrain
Mom, your kids are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mom, for your gentle room,
We’ll go back once more via and via.
Verse 4
Perhaps some distance from house and safe haven,
My wings will falter within the air.
The megastar will fade, and after that –
Not more nightingales anyplace.
Verse 5
Son, consider this, my son –
Regardless of the place lifestyles takes your flight,
All might depart their mom’s house,
However none overlook its mild gentle.
Refrain (x2)
Mom, your kids are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mom, for your gentle room,
We’ll go back once more via and via.