When I was young and up to in the spring
To travel into world by novel pathways
My mother had embroidered cloth for me
With red and black threads in a pattern
I roamed about the world and I was lost
But always I came back to native threshold
Have intertwined as mother"s needlework
My roads of sadness and my happy pathways
REF.:
Two colors of my life - they are with me
Imprinted on the cloth and living in my soul
Two colors of my life - I used to know:
Black color is grief, Red color is love
And now I"m touched with grey and tired a bit
And there is nothing valuable to carry home
Except the bundle of the olden cloth
With all my life that was embroidered on it
REF.
To travel into world by novel pathways
My mother had embroidered cloth for me
With red and black threads in a pattern
I roamed about the world and I was lost
But always I came back to native threshold
Have intertwined as mother"s needlework
My roads of sadness and my happy pathways
REF.:
Two colors of my life - they are with me
Imprinted on the cloth and living in my soul
Two colors of my life - I used to know:
Black color is grief, Red color is love
And now I"m touched with grey and tired a bit
And there is nothing valuable to carry home
Except the bundle of the olden cloth
With all my life that was embroidered on it
REF.