Текст песни Татьяна Пучко - Колыбельная 5

Running through the forests,
Running - and face.
High on the field of rye.
Anyway, you will not come.

Rosa is sleeping on the grass
And Komar is tired.
Disclose the sewing mouth
To fall in the rain rhythm.

On the soul - emptiness.
This is all no accident.
And a bottle of brandy,
So for sure ...

The boat sleeps by the river.
Fishes are sleeping and fishermen.
The shadow fell on the porch.
Tomorrow will be a new day.

(April 1994, Moscow)