My family
(by Amir Khafizov)
My mother’s face is full of grace,
It’s full of tender and of glace.
My mother’s like a magic flower
That blooms so often like no other.
Disperse the clouds can her cutie,
Her smile can spread all human beauty.
And I have a joy that have no other,
Because this woman is my mother!
That face is simile with mine,
It’s noble, handsome and so kind!
I loved to play with him so much,
I loved to fish, I loved to ride.
It’s very pity he is not here,
But I believe he may appear!
From Heaven he may see me crying,
I miss you much my dear father.
Thanks God he gave me little brother!
He is my treasure! He is my lovely!
My love, my pride is family!
We all are inseparable!
My family
(by Amir Khafizov)
My mother’s face is full of grace,
It’s full of tender and of glace.
My mother’s like a magic flower
That blooms so often like no other.
Disperse the clouds can her cutie,
Her smile can spread all human beauty.
And I have a joy that have no other,
Because this woman is my mother!
That face is simile with mine,
It’s noble, handsome and so kind!
I loved to play with him so much,
I loved to fish, I loved to ride.
It’s very pity he is not here,
But I believe he may appear!
From Heaven he may see me crying,
I miss you much my dear father.
Thanks God he gave me little brother!
He is my treasure! He is my lovely!
My love, my pride is family!
We all are inseparable!