Текст песни Slot - Колыбельная

Bayu-bye, baby,
Well you do not sleep,
Close your eyes
Bayu-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, go to sleep.

My mother sings to you: & quot; Go to sleep baby,
Childhood - honey,
Having lived a little tar and spoon
Knock cold metal of the window,
And pull the bottom.
All one in 10 years come Shiryaev,
opened on time, plague cling
For different fate for the broken face,
Beat in close blitz for conventional units.

Come on - everyone is ready, always ready
Brides-wives, they are a widow,
Those who send, and who would get,
understanding - chuvachok a fact does not make it to a hundred,

White beckon a finger and not let go.
Let those who do not yet know where the mouth,
The water does not come in, do not just go back.
Bone marrow grows veins in the island