Текст песни ДЕТСКАЯ - колыбельная Анастасии

Like a pattern on a window.
Again the past is near.
Someone sang a song to me
Winter evening when alone
Like in the past it came to life
Whose hands are warm
Waltz of exquisite guests
And dashing horses running

The waltz circled and carried me
As if in a fairy tale beckoning
First Ball and First Waltz
Sound in me now.
Mirrors, I'm in a hole
My delight is reflected.
Someone sang at dawn
Native home leaving.
Will you be in December
With me again, dear ...