Людмила Сенчина - Колыбельная сыну
текст песни

The rain of passers -by shods,
Drinking in the windows.
My boy falls asleep
But he is not sleeping yet.
Mom, tell me about rain! ..

And I sing quietly to my son
During the day and under the moon.
The rain is yellow, blue,
Gray, blue ...
Blue, he is the kindest
Flowers bloom with it.
The blue does not go long
They are waiting for him for a long time ...
Ah, ah, ah, ah ah ...

Here comes a summer evening
Bumblebee in the grass is buzzing,
And fly to meet the earth
Blue rains.
Blue rain will paint plums
You have in your garden.
Blue rain - it is the strongest,
They grow from him ...
Ah, ah, ah, ah ah ...

Autumn will cool the lake,
Maple will ozol will ...
In September they come to people
Yellow rains.
Yellow rain
He will reach out
To that fate and to that.
Yellow rain - it is for separation,
He is not yours yet.
Mmm, mm, mm, mmm ...

Dad, are there black rains?

And I sing quietly to my son
During the day and under the moon.
The rain is yellow, blue,
Gray, blue ...
Sleep, baby, come to people
Different rains.
Only black rain will not
On your way.
I believe - there will be no black rain
On your way.