Текст песни Проездной билет - Колыбельная

Old lighthouse silently smokes the tube,
The coast was hidden by the naval wave,
Watchman from the cold hid in the booth,
Cloud whispering with a bright moon.
Cloud wants to close from the moon
All emptiness and insignificance of ideas,
Somewhere above in the blue of all worlds
Melting and smoldly like our cigarette.

Chorus: Bai-Bayushki-Bay,
Sleep my moon,
Hush, Little Baby, Do not Say a Word,
Tomorrow we will kill the war.

You do not feel free, do not be afraid, do not hide,
One who shoots in the moon miss
Tomorrow will come and all overnight
For the better turn over.
No longer shoot machine guns,
In the sky, the rocket will not look up.
If you want to ask me: "Who are you?", -
Stars ask about telling me.

Chorus.