Marigolds planted by my mother
In my beautiful land of dawn
And she taught me how to sing spring songs
About own flowering hope

As I look at those marigolds
I see an old mother
I see working hands of my mommy
I feel your kindness, darling

As I look at those marigolds
I see an old mother
I see working hands of my mommy
I feel your kindness, darling

I know partings ‘n meetings
Saw in some foreign lands
Marigolds from beloved native land
Which you sowed in the spring under sun

As I look at those marigolds
I see an old mother
I see working hands of my mommy
I feel your kindness, darling

As I look at those marigolds
I see an old mother
I see working hands of my mommy
I feel your kindness, darling

Cranes are flying to our field
From a distant faraway land
Fate and flowers are blooming
On my unique beautiful land
(On my unique Ukrainian land)

As I look at those marigolds
I see an old mother
I see working hands of my mommy
I feel your kindness, darling

As I look at those marigolds
I see an old mother
I see working hands of my mommy
I feel your kindness, darling