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Mamma, don't cry.
I'll be back in spring.
Being a bird, I'll knock on your window.
I'll come down at dawn In your garden as dew on a willow
Or as a rain I'll fall.
Darling, don't cry.
It was destined so, mommy.
I'll never speak to you, mother, again.
Just permit me to visit your dreams in silence
And I will tell you how it in heaven lives.
Angels sing me lullabies
The mortal wound no longer hurts.
But you know, mom, I still feel heartache
For my soul for you, dearest, grieves.
Mamma, please, forgive me for mourning,
For leaving you here all alone.
I love you. But I do also feel for Ukraine.
Both of you were all I lived for.