Хор - Тихо шумят сады - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The night is deep, the gardens stand quietly, the gardens stand quietly ... Only you are not sleeping, my mother, I hear a whisper of the lips, you repeat everything in the hot prayer my name. What would I do if it were not for the tests near you? Mom, you sent me to God and brought me to the church of God. On your face, since childhood I knew, life left a grief, often wounded with my disobedience, without thinking, you cried. There is already a gray hair on your temples, I know, dear, all this is me, but I ask you, mom, forgive me that I had caused you grief, I'm sorry! Let the Lord reward all our mothers in their prayers for all children, so that in the eternity of mothers to see all their sons and daughters.