Людмила Гурченко - Спит деревушка, только старушка ждёт не дождётся сынка
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Sleeping a village.
Only an old woman
Waiting for no son will not wait ...
The old one does not sleep
Thin knitting needles
They tremble quietly in their hands.

The wind is sadly buzzing in the pipe,
The song purrs the cat in the hut.
Sleep, calm down
Cover with a shawl,
Your son will return to you!

In the morning of the early
The guest is unexpected
Someone will return home.
The mittens will be removed
Hugs tightly,
He will sit at the table with you.

You will look without taking your eyes off
You will shake your head more than once,
Quiet and sweet
Crying furtively,
Listening to the son of a story.

And in the morning the sun
He looks at the window
The house will hide the house with a rainbow
Front life,
Dal blue,
Where the flight took place.

You look at your son once, another,
On a flight jacket and eyebrow arc,
You will smile
You will cling to your son
It will not disappear, they say, such!