Текст песни Princesse Angine - Колыбельная для Щелкунчика

Christmas is coming
Snow cat,
Sleepy Eliza
Swallows salt spoons.
Doll silent,
And I live songs,
We can not be happy,
All the same fun ...

On the live thread lace in her voice,
I scoop the snow into the sleeves ...

Nutcracker, sleep in my arms,
Nutcracker soldiers hidden in the closet
And dolls ... so better ...
Nutcracker, The Nutcracker!
You know that the sword does not hurt
Hearts made of paper ...
Nutcracker, The Nutcracker!
And in the paper world
I am no longer afraid ...

I look in the mirror,
On shoulders - hair,
In milk, finely,
But you're so brave.
Beat the clock in dyuzhenny,
lace whirls
Snow and my betrothed
In the morning it will not come true.

Sleep, I will pick up to you the words,
The hair I have woven sorrow and lace ...

Nutcracker, sleep in my arms,
Nutcracker soldiers hidden in the closet
And dolls ... so better ...
Nutcracker, The Nutcracker!
Did you know that bullets do not hurt
Hearts made of paper ...
Nutcracker, The Nutcracker!
And in the paper world
I am no longer afraid ...