Текст песни Алексей Макрецкий - Лавровая колыбельная

And how will I stand on my laurels
To rest on the green
Oh, and I will rest
Having covered the bed with laurels.

And a wreath under the head
I'll put the laurel.
How to put a wreath -
Lullaby folded:

Do not look at me "Red Dawn"
Do not flip the yellow seal for me.
If I already called myself a poet -
You will have to answer for the market.

Not about Danish princes, not about Moors
I will tighten my song.
Today I rest on my laurels -
So, bayu-bayushki-bayu.

Here, I rush over the leaves and over the branches.
They prick, Lord, save!
Until now to poets and poets
Not a damn thing sleeps in Russia.

Sleeping on laurels is not a pruha
To those who watch and groom our speech?
Only the earth will rest in peace for the poet,
In the meantime, crawl and do not pepper.

A hand will fall full of Morpheus,
Having drawn a couple of incorruptible lines,
A wife will come up and, not regretting,
Pull out a leaf on the broth.

Oh, you baiu-baiushki-baiushki,
Sleep, my Pushkin, Batyushkov and Fet.
If there is no lavrushka on sale -
Somewhere a poet lay down on her ...

And how will I stand on my laurels
To rest on the green
Oh, and I will rest
Having covered the bed with laurels ...

And under the head of the wreaths
I'll put the laurels.
How to put a wreath -
Lullaby folded