Текст песни Скомороший Бунт - Колыбель наша

Bayu Bayushu Bay, not lying on the edge
On the edge of a clearing, into a sheet of fog.
On alder leaves, on downy grass.
On a pillow a stone, on an earthen feather bed.
There is a house near the ravine, and a candle is burning in the window.
You run into the light of the candle, there is a place by the stove.
There is bedding near the stove, and a bowl next to it.
The hostess in the oven, all the rye-fist.
The owner of the buzzer, the bow of the buzzer.
He will walk along the strings, sing a lullaby.
Then close your eyes, buy-buy, buy-buy.