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.
Verse 4
Maybe far from home and shelter,
My wings will falter in the air.
The star will fade, and after that –
No more nightingales anywhere.
Verse 5
Son, remember this, my son –
No matter where life takes your flight,
All may leave their mother’s home,
But none forget its gentle light.
Chorus (x2)
Mother, your children are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.
Olá! Sou Thiago Sato, redator de textos turísticos e agente de viagem da Bonito Eco Tour. Com paixão por Bonito e suas maravilhas naturais, dedico-me a compartilhar informações e dicas sobre esse destino único. Meus textos são cuidadosamente elaborados para proporcionar uma experiência imersiva e inspiradora, despertando o desejo de explorar Bonito em cada leitor. Como agente de viagem, meu objetivo é auxiliar os viajantes a planejarem suas jornadas, oferecendo roteiros personalizados e conhecimento especializado sobre as atrações e atividades disponíveis. Com minha expertise e dedicação, estou pronto para ajudá-lo a vivenciar momentos inesquecíveis em Bonito. Junte-se a mim nessa jornada e descubra todas as maravilhas que essa região tem a oferecer!
