Текст песни Седьмая вода - Месяц

That's not the clouds roam behind the barn
And it is not cold.
Knead the Mother of God the son
Kolob .

With any drug she gave to drink corn
In oil.
Baked and laid quietly
In the nursery.

It sparkles with joy baby ,
Pal in slumber ,
I dropped it Kolob gilded
On the straw .

Kolob rolled out of the gate
Rye.
Stir up the soul tears blue
God .

Mother of God spoke to his son
Advice:
" Do not cry , my lebedenochek ,
Not setuy .

On the ground, all the people men ,
Chad.
Though it one little fun
It is necessary .

Terribly them between the dark
Perelesits ,
I called the Kolob -
Month".

1916