Mom's Hands Songtext
von Ihor Lavrenenko

My mama, queen of kitchen, warmth in every bite
Eighty-five she brought me life, made her dream take flight
When times got hard and dad lost his daily pay
Mama found another way to keep the wolves at bay
New job, long hours, never heard her cry
Smiled through the storm like sun in July
Her hands so gentle, wrapped me like a glove
Every touch was healing, every wound with love
I watched her move in silence, strength beyond compare
A woman built of patience, beauty through despair
She taught me how to stand tall when the world gets mean
Gave me roots to hold firm, gave me wings to fly free

Mama′s hands, they raised me right
Mama's hands held through the night
Through the coldest storms, she was my light
Mama′s hands made all things bright


That smile she always carries, even when it's tough
When the cupboards stood empty, her love was enough
Dad stood beside her, side by side they'd fight
Two warriors in darkness, guiding me to light
I grew to be a man cause they paved the road
The seeds they planted deep have finally showed
Mama, you′re my angel here on the ground
No treasure in this world could match what I have found
March eighth we praise the queens who hold us tight
But mama, every day you wear that crown so right
These words just scratch the surface of my heart
You′re my joy, my strength, my eternal work of art

Mama's hands, they raised me right
Mama′s hands held through the night
Through the coldest storms, she was my light
Mama's hands made all things bright
So here′s to you, mama, flowers in your name
Your son is standing tall now, you lit my eternal flame
Whatever I become, whatever heights I climb
It started with your hands, your heart, your sacrifice, your time
I love you, mama... always