Marigold
My mother planted marigolds
In my native land of the daybreaks
And she taught me how to sing the songs of spring
About the blossoming of her hopes

I look at those marigolds,
And I see my aging mother
I see your hands, my mother
And I feel your tenderness, my dear

I’ve known separations and encounters
I've seen them in the foreign lands
The marigolds from my home country
That you planted in the spring

Cranes are flying towards our
Coming from faraway lands
And the flowers and our fate is blooming
On my Ukrainian land