Текст песни Александр Щербина - Детская колыбельная для взрослого молодого человека

Sharps sleep, sleeping flat,
Of note, and the note G,
Someone fur proev to bald head,
In the wardrobe dormant mole.

All asleep, barely breathing -
From the mouse to the homeless ...
Well you staring out the window as a pool
Already from the eighth floor.

And your eyes are empty,
A narrow courtyard below -
There, his arms-hooks,
Waiting gloomy bushes.

Shame on you, brother: trouble trouble -
But why play with fate?
I know, I know: you're stubborn,
What can I say -
God be with you.

Emaciated something with these troubles ...
Not only that eh poets lie.
You would eat to begin with -
Tea bushes do not run away.

Little eh someone who is in love,
That now scare crows ...
Every raven, two ravens,
Who does not match - and went out.

Do you remember as a child - heal,
A bloody nose - you need ice ...
How much of the ice on the life,
Apply your - and everything goes.

... That's all right, and cry.
They say that time - the doctor.
How something so cost -
Do not drown in the river ball.

Will be tomorrow. And yet -
Here is my hand,
Let me Pretend window
Night from drafts.