Алексей Макрецкий - Лавровая колыбельная
текст песни

And how I will become on the laurels
Rest on green,
Oh, and I will rest,
Having lined the bed with the laurels.

And under the head of the wreath
I'll put a laurel.
I will put like a wreath -
I lay out a lullaby:

Do not look at me "Red Dawn"
Do not leaf through the yellow seal for me.
If I already called a poet -
You will have to answer for the bazaar.

Not about Danish princes, not about Moors
I will drag my song.
I can rest on laurels today -
So, Bai-Bayushki-Bu.

Here, rushing along the leaves and on the branches.
They are pronouncing, Lord, save!
Still poets and poets
Not a horseradish cannot sleep in Rus'.

Sleep on the laurels - is this not a pond
Those who are watching and having our speech?
Only the land of the poet will be fluff,
In the meantime, not to rewind.

The hand will fall in the full morpheus,
Prohibition of imperishable pair of lines-
The wife is suitable and, not sparing,
The leaf will pull out the broth.

Oh, you are bay-bauli-bauli
Sleep, my Pushkin, Batyushkov and Fet.
If there is no shop for sale on sale -
Somewhere a poet lay on her ...

And how I will become on the laurels
Rest on green,
Oh, and I will rest,
Laughs with laurels bed ...

And under the head of the wreaths
I'll put bay.
I will put like a wreath -
I lay out a lullaby