Текст песни Башня Рован - Колыбельная о дожде

Neto on the light rain, besides the rain that poured down,
Hoy when the old ship building.
He watered the Leviathan in mopyah and ginger
Elenin scythe on Stogniy Tpoi.
No shelter from it, because they do not want from him
refuge - he's not evil and endless.
The Mir, watered by rain, will not drown, because
that was promised one Ppedvechny.

Sleep, he is currently shupshit past your window.
He's down the street.
Tomorrow you wake up - and the earth is the same as a year ago,
century and transformed into century.
The dead know the rain, from him they pastut,
from the land of green postki blowing.
Sleep, do not worry about anything, we know that how much,
the rain comes, and again pozy bloom.

If the sun hits the sky if paduga sings,
then the rain comes from the ground back into the sky.
It does not end there either night or day, and we live
between streams and rain posta bread.
Everything is subject to the same laws of existence -
song of mine, hawthorn, blackthorn.
Sleep, do not worry - not gpusti, bright joy to grow,
scarlet pozoy. Gardener will keep thee.