Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - В самой нежной колыбели

Float with midnight eating
Aroma candles and needles
Shudder sensitive paws spruce
bells ringing
In most gentle cradle
Between the arm and hand
The very strong cradle
lulled me

Maybe it really was
I used to not like
May indeed was it?
I was afraid of the hands,
But learned in the hour of parting
The wind losses and speshek
Dislike my nut
Not stronger than Krakatuk

Of the branches thick and sleepy ,
Heading to the piano,
Hoffman will weary,
With curls dropping powder .
A little dusty centuries ,
A little naive, a little sad ,
Compliments yes bows,
Sounds simple motif.

You are ridiculous word lovers
About Wizards and secrets ?
Yes, a funny word lovers
But the only world they truthful.

So many times in the distant gave
I wanted to hug you ,
And despair sounded
String of letters, the cries of birds .
But now midnight smokes
Before me alive and visible
The one that I loved
My beautiful , faithful Prince

In the cradle of the most tender
I obediently closed his eyelids .
On a hopeful
Tell me , tell me .
Tale sleeps in the branches of spruce ,
You kiss me again.
And on the windows Viennese snow
Drosselmeyer and Marie .