Текст песни Патрушева Светлана - Колыбельная

The wind over the ground frowning the sky eyebrows
Sleeping with small snow, white silver,
And under the cracks of the mannings, my boy sleeps quietly.
The wind drives clouds, howling outside the window.

Son quietly strokes the son on the head,
Splitted curls, quiet and light.
You grow, son, as if the wind is strong,
How the Sun is clear to me with you light.

Dance dance water, hiding in clouds,
And all people give the light magic.
Fast sleep, my boy, let you dream
Horse golden, quick-go-footed!