Stefania's mother, Stefania's mother 
The field is blooming, and she is turning gray 
Sing me a lullaby, mother 
I want to hear your native word 
She rocked me, gave me rhythm
And, probably, willpower cannot be taken away from me, because she 
Probably, she knew, maybe even more than Solomon
I will always come to you by broken roads
She doesn't wake me up, she won't wake me up in strong storms
She will take two muzzles from grandmother, as if they were bullets 
She knew me very well, she was not deceived 

As she was very tired, she rocked me to the beat 
Luly , luly, luly, goy!
Stefania's mother, Stefania's mother
The field is blooming and she is turning gray
Sing me a lullaby, mother
I want to hear your native word
I'm not in nappies, but ma, but ma, enough
No matter how I grew up, growing up pays for things
I am not a small child, she continues to lost her temper
I was walking, the slag would have hit you!
You are still young, oh mother, at your peak 
If I don't appreciate care at the peak of fame, I'm at a dead end 
Hit the spade, this spade, I would spake, spake, with my love 
Luly,luly,luly,goy!
Stefania's mother, Stefania's mother 
The field is blooming, and she is turning gray 
Sing me a lullaby, mother 
I want to hear your native word