"Beloved Mother Of Mine"
— җырлаган Petrus Schroderus
"Beloved Mother Of Mine" - рекордлы ярлыкның рәсми каналында 14 май 2025 чыгарылган Фин башкарылган җыр - "Petrus Schroderus". "Beloved Mother Of Mine" турында эксклюзив мәгълүматны табыгыз. Beloved Mother Of Mine җыр лирикасын, тәрҗемәләрне, җыр фактларын табыгыз. Табыш һәм чиста кыйммәт, иганәчеләр һәм бүтән чыганаклар, Интернетта табылган мәгълүмат буенча тупланган. "Beloved Mother Of Mine" җыры тупланган музыка схемаларында ничә тапкыр күренде? "Beloved Mother Of Mine" - иң яхшы 100 Финляндия җырлар, иң яхшы 40 Фин җырлар һәм башкалар кебек популяр төп схемаларда урнашкан танылган музыкаль видео.
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"Beloved Mother Of Mine" Фактлар
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Музыкаль видеоның оригиналь исеме "PETRUS SCHRODERUS - BELOVED MOTHER OF MINE - ПІСНЯ ПРО РУШНИК - ÄIDIN LIINA (UKRAINIAN LYRICS)".
"Beloved Mother Of Mine" Youtube сайтында бастырылды 29/03/2025 20:30:29.
"Beloved Mother Of Mine" Лирик, композиторлар, язма этикеткасы
Petrus Schroderus - tenor
Tetiana Kushniruk - piano
Antti Untamala - violin
Raimo Sirkiä - accordion
The Song about the towel-cloth (Ukrainian: Пісня про рушник, romanized: Pisnia pro rushnyk), also known as "Beloved mother of mine" (Ridna maty moya), is a Ukrainian hit of the 20th century, based on a poem by Andriy Malyshko and music by Platon
;The text is a confession of the lyrical hero about his mother giving him a rushnyk (an embroidered cloth usually draped over religious icons and ritual foods and also used for handfasting at weddings, etc.) as a wish for a fortunate life path.
Lyrics:
Dear mother of mine, you have not slept the nights through,
You took me in the fields at the village’s edge,
And for a far-away journey you were seeing me off at a sunrise,
And gave me the embroidered towel for luck.
And for a far-away journey you were seeing me off at a sunrise,
And gave me the embroidered towel for a good fate and luck.
May there blossom on it a small path, silver-dewy,
And green meadows, and forests of nightingale songs,
And your eternally faithful, the most tender of smiles of a mother,
And your sad but the kindest of eyes in the world!
And your eternally faithful, the most tender of smiles of a mother,
And your sad but the kindest and bluest of eyes in the world!
I will take that rushnyk, spreading it like a fate,
In the rustling of grass, peaceful chirping of leaves.
All familiarly painful springs to life then on this little towel:
All my childhood, and parting, and faithful beloved.
All familiarly painful springs to life then on this little towel:
All my childhood, and parting, and your deepest motherly love.