Текст песни Александр Щербина - Детская колыбельная

Sharps sleep , sleeping flat ,
Sleeps birdhouse near Moscow.
E note , and the note salt
Someone fur proev to bald head ,
In wardrobe napping mol .

All were asleep , hardly breathing -
From a mouse to a bum ...
Well you're staring out the window as a pool
Already from the eighth floor .

And your eyes are empty,
A narrow courtyard below -
There, his arms - hooks,
Waiting gloomy bushes.

Shame on you, brother : trouble trouble -
But why play with fate ?
I know , I know you're stubborn,
What can I say -
God be with you .

Emaciated something with these troubles ...
Few miles that poets lie.
You eat to begin with -
Tea bushes not run away .

Few miles to anyone who is in love ,
Now that scare crow ...
Once crow two ravens ,
Who does not match - went out .

Remember as a child - healed
A bloody nose - need ice ...
How much of the ice through life
Apply your - and everything goes.

So ... okay, and cry .
They say that time - the doctor .
Somehow yes cost -
Do not drown in the river ball.

Tomorrow. And yet -
Here is my hand ,
Let me pretending window
From draft night .