Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Колыбельная

In a hammock of bird trills
In the cradle of lace
Sleeping baby, dozing naps,
And this child is mine.

Mint, Hops and Lungwort
Cradle the cradle
And in a dream he will dream
Lungwort or hops.

Summer morning, early, early
In the sky, a thin month is blue.
Sleep, child, in the waves of fog
Under the muslin silence
In the cradle of lace.

At the head of the cradle
Kolokoltsev white ringing.
Sleeping baby, dozing naps,
Holding a palm under the cheek.

And on light eyelashes
Starry fluff is flying around
And in a dream he will dream
How starry fluff flies.

Summer morning, early, early
The blue month is melting in the sky.
Sleep, child, in the waves of fog
Under the muslin silence
In the cradle of lace.

Early-early summer morning
On the threshold of fuss
The sun is in the sky
There are ducks in the river
In the sand, children and flowers.

Summer early morning
The sweetest dream.
Sleep, child, in the waves of fog
Holding a palm under the cheek
Holding a palm under the cheek.