Текст песни Юрий Ким - Колыбельная

White Winter, White Houses
White blizzard, white bed,
White river, white clouds,
Hugged january white sadness.
White moon outside the window is visible
And froze in the room silence,
And in my hand is sleeping your palm.
Wind, you do not touch her.

White Purga is all circling snow,
Holding the sky Star Horovod.
The city is immersed in the world of wonderful dreams -
Warm sweet sleep of stronger shackles.
Affectionately hand strand of hair.
As I want, so that you do not recognize tears!
I will guard the doors to the kingdom of dreams. |
Sleep tight, my love!