Текст песни Вертинский Александр - Снежная колыбельная

Sleep, my dear boy , outside the window frost ,
   Snowdrifts piled up at our porch .
   I am a lover of my mother , and she her husband
   Old , gray-haired - your father .
   
   So said the people , I have my mother's lover ,
   But people do not know about my love .
   Do not look well, my boy , blue eyes,
   And in the dark, do not call my mother to no avail .
   
   Mom will not come back - my mother loves her husband ,
   Old , gray-haired - your father .
   Behind a window to our quiet moans Chill
   And piled drifts from our porch .