Вафина Альфия Альфритовна
учитель английского языка
МБОУ "Новокинерский лицей"
Арского района Республики Татарстан
Forgive me, my mother
My dear, dear mother,
I love you very much .
If you only knew,
That you mean for me.
I know, sometimes I am rough,
and in the silent evening a shawl fingering,
You, mother, don't think badly,
I treat you loving.
I know that you always nearby,
And even when you are far.
You will see off me by watching to the road
and you will wave with a hand in a trace.
Your gentle, kind hands
Are given me always caress.
I miss them in separation,
And so I don't have you.
If you knew, my mother,
As strongly I love you.
Forgive me, I ask, my dear,
I will ask you hundreds times.
For that, that I didn't often obey,
For that, I sometimes lied,
And you are not guilty in that,
such I always was.
Forgive me, my mother, for that,
Also that only now I speak,
You know, among all people,
I certainly love only you.
