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When your boy is growing up

He reaches out to his mother with his soul,

He always trusts his secrets,

And sometimes he turns for advice.

Sister will always warm, protect,

Will prompt and cheer you up,

And all the insults will drown out the string,

And will always embrace you tenderly.

You trust your friend with tender dreams

She will warm, caress with her heart,

And he will often go to dreams,

Undoubtedly, you will not forget it, believe me.

And soon he will turn into a man,

And childhood dreams will remain in the soul

And he will look for half,

Or maybe he can trust his fate.

And may he meet the female ideal,

And I’m not talking about a model standard,

And the one whom I dreamed of for a long time in a dream,

To whom is he ready to kiss his palms forever.

And this is happiness if he knew that ideal,

It will be much easier for him in this life,

I have no doubt that I’ve seen a lot of beauties,

But he will never forget that one.

Listen to me future mothers

Protect and cherish your daughters,

After all, they are, of course, future ladies,

Be patient and kind with them.

Let’s educate, help in life,

So that we thank God that they are,

And there will be only our quivering thoughts about them,

And we prayed for the desire for communication and meetings.