Текст песни Ексампей - Скіфська колискова

Preface:
An open wound orphans in the field
Nameless dug grave.
The robbers were looking for gold,
However, only the mother is buried in it
With two twin children,
And her last lullaby again
Sounds over the gray steppe feather ...

Sleep, my boy, fall asleep.
White dreams walk the field,
Even a little sleepyhead
The marten follows them.

White sleep stopped
And he said, "I'm a squash."
And why is he squash?
Shos had a dream.

Sleep, my son, quietly, quietly,
Gene goes old sonyha -
Long woolen braid
Below the belt hangs.

She gave in and got up,
As soon as the fog over the pond became.
Put gray dreams graze,
You fell asleep, that's all,
You fell asleep, that's all,
You fell asleep, that's all ...

(c) Words by Boris Mozolevsky
(c) Music by Alexander the Bare