Текст песни Белорусские песняры - Рождественская колыбельная

The night is quiet, hazy, a miracle, an hour
The virgin gave birth to a pure god-son.
By order of the god-spirit through wonder
To the whole world for pleasure, for salvation.

Sleep, my dear son - the savior of the world.
Sorry, my dove poverty this.
Dumb than you, my God, cover,
Your little hands burn beautifully.

The virgin-mother gave birth in trouble.
In the county, in want, in trouble.
And on this the Mother of God was in trouble
And the baby cradle so sang.

Sleep, my dear son - the savior of the world.
Sorry, my dove poverty this.
Dumb than you, my God, cover,
Your little hands burn beautifully.

(music by O. Molchan - folk lyrics)