Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother, your children are like birds, Spreading wings into the sky. Mother, to your tender room, We’ll return again by and by. Verse 2 That endless childhood temptation – Open the door and you will see, A table dressed in Sunday white And mother waiting patiently. Verse 3 For as long as I can remember, That white cloth always shone so bright. In your room, dear mother, I know, Every day felt like Sunday light. Chorus Mother, your children are like birds, Spreading wings into the sky. Mother, to your tender room, We’ll return again by and by….
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