Hello mom, have you not recognized your beloved son? You accompanied me as a young man. And now you meet the old man. You escorted me as a young man. And now you meet the old man. They wrote to me – you are buried in the earth Behind Pechora, a fast river, And since then my heart hurts, Overflowing with sadness and longing. I wasn’t, mother, I’m buried in the earth, I lived with death, mother, lived amicably Behind the Cave, a fast river, I experienced many torments and grief Often death went behind my shoulders Often, often hunger hunger, In the summer tormented by heat and rain, In winter, frost covered take it, dear, calm down. You didn’t wait for the son, oh trouble, And the old woman sobbed loudly, Getting to kiss the son So pour, mom, more vodka, Pain in my chest I pour vodka in the chest, I forget the drunken hardships And I will sing something for my heart.