Алла Пугачева - Не волнуйтесь
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Mother went to Paris ...
And it is not necessary! Sleep, my chiz.
A-A-A! Silent, my son,
No consequences.
Black, smooth cockroach
It is important for a sofa.
From him a wife in Paris
Does not run away, oh no! Shawl!
With us bored. Mother of law.
New Iron, like Bova,
New Iron and Rich
Not bored with him ... so, brother!
A-A-A! Fire burns,
Good snow will fasten the window.
Sleep, my rabbit, ah-ah!
All in the light of the Tryn-grass ...
There were two crotes,
Remove the feet of mouth!
Sleep, my bunny, sleep, my chiz -
Mother went to Paris.
Whose are you? My or him?
Sleep, my boy, nothing!
Do not look at my eyes ...
We lived a goat and goat ...
Cat goat drove to Paris ...
Sleep, my cat, sleep, my chiz!
Through ... year ... will come back ... mother ...
Son of the new give birth ...

(c) Sasha Black "Lullaby" 1910