Текст песни Летучий Голландец - Малышка

Baby

Half a century I am alone - a hermit abandoned by fate
Swamps, pines and mushrooms sometimes speak with me.
I spared on people - I always did not understand them,
But, after having met her, kind and tremble, I became.

In the blood of her hands,
Terrible her flour,
And where there should be a face left only blood and dirt.

And all my efforts do not stand and spit -
Fever drinks her life like a glass of wine,
But the baby struggles for life and the baby is very strong,
Under my hand and in my walls is still alive.

I am old and lonely, my suffering is nonsense.
Oh, death, I ask you, take me instead!
Baby does not shout and quietly sleeps face to the wall.
Tired, because today I tried so hard "Thank you".

In the blood of her hands,
Terrible her flour,
And where there should be a face left only blood and dirt.

And all my efforts do not stand and spit -
Fever drinks her life like a glass of wine,
But the baby struggles for life and the baby is very strong,
Under my hand and in my walls is still alive.