Текст песни Александр Першко-Балев - Колискова ностальгiйна

The lullaby is nostalgic

And in Toronto, the gray snow falls again,
And I want to hang up immediately,
For some reason my soul hurts - thawed,
Today I must repent for the songs.

This life stream is miserable,
Where my way was not of roses exciting,
Hope, faith and women are all wrong,
On over Toronto gray snow sweeps.

Chorus:
Here's vodka, my friend pour,
And Pegasus with the muses call,
And let the blizzard sing to us the lullaby in the night,
As overseas thoughts on sagging,
Thieves of fate fly the opposite,
Let the years melt in a drunken dream.

And what to do, how he spent his native blood,
For the Niagara as the Dnieper will not forgive,
There are not enough notes and words abroad,
Who will need those songs.