Александр Щербина - Детская колыбельная
текст песни

Dyzes sleep, Bemol sleeps,
The birdhouse is sleeping near Moscow.
Note mi, and note salt,
Someone's fur to the baldness,
Mol is naughty in the chiffonier.

Everyone fell asleep, breathing a little, -
From the mouse to the homeless ...
You look out the window as a pool
Already from the eighth floor.

And your eyes are empty
And the yards are close below -
There, placing hands-tricks,
Waiting sullen bushes.

I'm ashamed, brother: trouble for trouble -
But why play with fate?
I know, I know: you are stubborn
What can I say -
God is with you.

I was squeezed from these troubles ...
It’s not enough that the poets are lying.
You would eat for starters -
Tea bushes will not run away.

Little who are in love with anyone,
What to scare the raven ...
Once a crow, two crow,
Who is not even - went out.

Remember, in childhood - heals,
The nose was torn - I need ice ...
How much ice is in life,
Attach - and everything will pass.

... That's okay, and cry.
They say that time is a doctor.
Somehow it will cost-
The ball will not drown in the river.

Will be tomorrow. In the meantime -
Here's my hand
Let me pretend the window
From the night draft.