Description
Sometimes a song sounds like a prayer, embroidered with threads of pain and love. In every stitch is a mother's heart, which knows how to ask not for herself, but for her son: for freedom, bread, and peace. But life, as always, mixed up the colors - where there should have been viburnum blooming, blackthorn grew, and instead of prosperity, bitterness remained. And yet, there is strength in this sorrow: while rye pushes thru the ashes, somewhere, hope continues to be quietly embroidered. Not for beauty, but for memory.
Lyrics and translation
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