Батя - Ночью платье белое
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At night, the dress is white clouds
Somewhere there in the West, the sickle of the moon hung
At the tops of the snow mountains silver with ingots
Sleepy huge stars look down

The mountains are sleeping with their own calm
Friends sleep tired in down bags
I need to wake up to exit soon
Only I myself will not fall asleep now

Something was fired for me that I was angry
Like me under the stars, you are sad now
Complaining quietly that you are never used to you
Not used to falling asleep without my shoulder