Текст песни Natural Spirit - Славянская колыбельная

Swing cradle quietly Sandman-bat,
Touches forehead gentle hand.
Tired sun gets lower and lower,
Hidden behind the Ros River.
Month And so the sky goes high,
He and young alike now zalatovlas.
And it dawns cold and distant,
But something similar to us.

Oh, Lelia, go to sleep. And I will quietly
You sing about the winds.
On the severe frosts of winters icy,
What sleep in human hearts.
There cunning snake, there's prophetic bird,
There are people without songs and eyes.
They hide under the skirt of the soul and the person,
But something similar to us.

And you know, my fret, there are people around the corner
No tears, no gods, no love.
They lifeless earth beneath,
And hands and thoughts in the blood.
In barbarian swords and damask speech,
You do not just fight them.
They are so cruel and so incomprehensible,
But something similar to us.