Николай Гром-Че Сергеев - Колыбельная
текст песни

Fell like a stone from the soul
You run away, noticeing traces
To lose all the rays do not rush
Around you plots and vulgar cigarette smoke
Rush into sleep
There is good salvation under the wheels of dreams
Read up to a hundred in unison
You are so few years old, but you stand so much

Where the shore hid the sun
Sleep on the palms of the night
I will not touch you if you want

I played into a card house,
Having lost all the floors in which there were
Love and faith, all for later
There were walls with the smell of vanilla