Текст песни Исполнительница Исполнителям - колыбельная

Cradle swing softly Sandman moth
Touches the forehead gentle hand ,
Tired all the sun sets below
Hidden behind the Ros River.
And the moon in the sky goes too high,
He and the golden-haired young alike now
And it dawns cold and distant ,
But something like us .

Oh Lely go to sleep , and I'll sing you gently winds
About severe frosts , as winters jelly,
That sleep in human hearts.
There sly snake , there prophetic birds
There are people without songs and eyes.
They hide under the skirt of the soul and the person
But something like us .

You know my Lada , have people around the corner
No tears, no gods , no love,
They lifeless earth underfoot
A hands and thoughts in the blood.
Varvara swords and speech damask ,
You fight with them more than once.
They are so cruel and incomprehensible ,
But something similar to us

And most of all you know , my falcon,
The lives of great men.
About the will of involuntary , the percentage of hard
About prowess famous men .
There marvelous diva , but generous fields
Love and beauty cherished ,
To be born again are good and happy
All the children of the Slavic lands .