Пісня про матір [Pisnya pro matir] [English translation]

For the people, she has sown

Her years like a rye,

She has tidied the planet,

Gave paths knot-weed,

Taught the children

How to live in the world according to their conscience,

Took a sigh of relief

And quietly went to cross the border.

'Where are you going, Mom?',

The children rushed to her in fear.

'Where are you going, Granny?',

The grandchildren are running to the gate.

'I'm not going far away...

To a place where the sun sets for rest.

It's my time, children,

Grow up without me now.'

'But how can we do without you?

What have you thought of, Mom?'

'And Granny, who will

Lead us into the dreams through fairy-tales?'

'And I'm leaving to you

All the rainbows with cranes,

And the silver on the herbs,

And the gold on the ears [of wheat].'

'We need no rainbows,

We need no silver and no gold,

If only you could

Always wait for us near the gates.

We would do

All your endless work.

Stay, dear Mother,

Stay forever, don’t go!'

She smiled,

Beautiful and gray-haired, like fate,

Waved her hand,

And the rushnyks* flew up.

'Be happy here',

And became a thoughtful field**,

For the whole planet,

For all the generations and centuries.