For as long as I can remember,
\nThe windows always glowed for me,
\nIn the room filled with quiet spring,
\nAnd embroidered towels on the wall.
\nIn that sacred, peaceful chamber,
\nA child’s heart would read and know
\nShevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes,
\nAnd golden patterns in a row.<\/p>\n
Mother, your children are like birds,<\/strong> That endless childhood temptation \u2013 For as long as I can remember, Mother, your children are like birds,<\/strong> Maybe far from home and shelter, Son, remember this, my son \u2013
\nSpreading wings into the sky.<\/strong>
\nMother, to your tender room,<\/strong>
\nWe’ll return again by and by.<\/strong><\/p>\nVerse 2<\/h2>\n
\nOpen the door and you will see,
\nA table dressed in Sunday white
\nAnd mother waiting patiently.<\/p>\nVerse 3<\/h2>\n
\nThat white cloth always shone so bright.
\nIn your room, dear mother, I know,
\nEvery day felt like Sunday light.<\/p>\nChorus<\/h2>\n
\nSpreading wings into the sky.<\/strong>
\nMother, to your tender room,<\/strong>
\nWe’ll return again by and by.<\/strong><\/p>\nVerse 4<\/h2>\n
\nMy wings will falter in the air.
\nThe star will fade, and after that \u2013
\nNo more nightingales anywhere.<\/p>\nVerse 5<\/h2>\n
\nNo matter where life takes your flight,
\nAll may leave their mother’s home,
\nBut none forget its gentle light.<\/p>\nChorus (x2)<\/h2>\n