V etot v'yuzhnyy, nelaskovyy vecher,
Kogda snezhnaya mgla vdol' dorog,
Ty nakin', dorogaya, na plechi
Orenburgskiy pukhovyy platok.
YA yego vecherami vyazala
Dlya tebya, moya dobraya mat'.
YA gotova tebe, dorogaya,
Ne platok, dazhe serdtse otdat'.
Chtoby ty v etu noch' ne skorbela,
Progonyu ot okoshka purgu.
Skol'ko b ya tebya, mat', ne zhalela,
Vso ravno pred toboy ya v dolgu.
Pust' buran vse sil'ney svirepeyet,
My ne pustim yego na porog.
I tebya, moya mama, sogreyet
Orenburgskiy pukhovyy platok.