Dedication to Ludmila Hvorostovsky. Людмиле Хворостовской посвящaется.

#DmitriHvorostovsky #LudmilaHvorostovsky Composer: Platon Mayboroda Singer: baritone Dmitro Gnatiuk My dear mother, You didn’t sleep nights And you led me to the fields near the village, And on the long way you accompanied me at dawn, And the towel embroidered for fortunate you gave. And on the long you accompanied me at dawn, And the towel embroidered for happiness, you gave. Let the dewy path bloom on it, And green meadows, and nightingale groves, And your faithful mother’s affectionate smile, And your good and sad eyes. And your unfailing motherly kind smile, And your good and sad eyes. I’ll take that towel, lay it down like fate, In the quiet rustle of grass, in the twittering of oaks, And on that towel everything familiar to pain will come to life - And childhood, and separation, and true love. And on that towel everything familiar to pain will come to life - And childhood, and separation, and your motherly love