Текст песни Бременские музыканты - Колыбельная для сына.

Night changed day, candles went out
Dreams come to us.
The joy and sadness of the coming meeting
We will trust dreams.
The quiet whirling of yellow leaves is dreaming
Silver gray hair is dreaming.
And, of course, the continuation of the fairy tale is dreaming,
Our beloved sweet son,
Naive kind son,
Cheerful, smart son,
Sweet son.

Remember the dance of the stars, the moon shine,
Music of spring.
Dreams fly like a night cloud
Into fabulous dreams.
The quiet whirling of yellow leaves is dreaming
Silver gray hair is dreaming.
And, of course, the continuation of the fairy tale is dreaming,
Our beloved sweet son,
Naive kind son,
Cheerful, smart son,
Sweet son.

The son will continue the tale
Sweet son.