I remember your old face, mother so sweet and precious,
Luminous lines and wrinkles, mother so sweet and precious.There you have sat by the house and the greened tree of berry
Has cast shadow on your face, mother so sweet and precious.You've sat down sad and silent, remembering those old days,
Which have come and then have passed, mother so sweet and precious.You remember now your son, who has left so long ago, -
You wonder where he has gone, mother so sweet and precious.You wonder where is he now, is he alive, is he dead?
And what doors has he beaten, mother so sweet and precious?And when he was so weary, when of love he was deceived -
On whose lap was he sobbing, mother so sweet and precious?You're pondering so sadly, the berry tree is rocking
Your sorrow so limitless, mother so sweet and precious.And tears bitter and salty are now falling one by one
All over your olden hands, mother so sweet and precious...!
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