Текст песни Tim Minchin - Lullaby
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Sleep, little baby, sleep now my love The Milky way's shining high up above. When you grow up, you will learn all that stuff, But now, close your eyes, Close your eyes. Sleep little baby, try not to squawk. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, you'll learn how to walk. To love and laugh, make toasts, to totter and talk, But for now, beddie byes Your blanket's hand knitted, with pure angora wool, Your nappy is dry and your tummy is full Of enough antihistamine, to chill out a bull, Yet still all this grindging. What more could you want? For I just can not guess.. You constantly complain to me, You should feel blessed, There are children in Africa starving to death, And you dont here them whinging. What else, can I do to put a stop to, This mind numbing noise you are making? Where is the line between patting and hitting? When is rocking rocking, and when is it shaking? I dont know what else I can do, to try and hush you My heart says I love you but my brain's thinking fuck you And hoping a child trafficer will abduct you, At least then I'd get a few hours in bed. I've shushed, and I've cooed And I've even tried to sing Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da, In the exact voice of Ringo Now all I have left, Is to hope, that a dingo will sneak in and rip off your fat bitching head. Oh hush, little baby, dont say a word! Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird, In the hope you'll get Avian Flu, The nice folk in ANE will take care of you That's it, close your eyes, shhh, not a sound I can barely see your tiny chest moving up and down One thing they don't mention in the parenting book Your love for them grows, the closer to death they look Спи, малышка, засыпай, любовь моя, Млечный путь сияет высоко, Когда ты вырастешь, то будешь изучать все эти штуки, Но сейчас – закрывай глазки, Закрывай глазки. Спи, моя малышка, постарайся не вопить, Завтра или послезавтра ты научишься ходить, Любить и смеяться, делать тосты, шататься по дому и говорить, Но сейчас – кроватка зовет. Твое одеяло сделано вручную из чистой ангорской шерсти, Твои подгузник сухой, а животик полон Антигистаминами, которыми можно было бы Утихомирить быка.. Но все это не помогает. Ну чего еще ты можешь хотеть? Я ведь не могу угадать! Ты постоянно ноешь, хотя должна быть умиротворенной, В Африке есть дети, которые умирают с голоду, И они не плачут так, как ты! Что еще я могу сделать, чтобы прекратить Этот взрывающий мозг звук, который ты издаешь? Как определить черту между похлопыванием и битьём, Между качанием коляски и ее тряской? Я не знаю, что еще мне сделать, чтобы попытаться тебя утихомирить, Мое сердце говорит: «Я так тебя люблю», Но мой мозг думает: «Да пошла ты на..!» И искренне надеется, что тебя похитит торговец детьми.. По крайней мере, тогда я смогу хоть немного поспать. Я и шикал, и ворковал нежным голосом, И я даже пытался спеть Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da (песня группы The Beatles) , Подражая голосу Ринго, И теперь все, что мне осталось – это надеяться, Что динго (дикая австралийская собака) подкрадётся и оторвёт твою пухлую скулящую башку. Тихонько, малышка, не произноси ни слова, Папа купит тебе пересмешника, В надежде на то, что ты подхватишь птичий грипп, И милые ребята из Министерства Здравоохранения позаботятся о тебе. Ну вот, закрывай глазки, тшшш, ни звука, Я едва вижу, как твоя крошечная грудная клетка движется вверх и вниз, Только одну вещь не написали в книге о родительстве: Твоя любовь к ним тем больше, чем больше они похожи на мёртвых.. =) Смотрите также:
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Sleep, little baby, sleep now my love
The Milky way's shining high up above.
When you grow up, you will learn all that stuff,
But now, close your eyes,
Close your eyes.
Sleep little baby, try not to squawk.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, you'll learn how to walk.
To love and laugh, make toasts, to totter and talk,
But for now, beddie byes
Your blanket's hand knitted, with pure angora wool,
Your nappy is dry and your tummy is full
Of enough antihistamine, to chill out a bull,
Yet still all this grindging.
What more could you want? For I just can not guess ..
You constantly complain to me,
You should feel blessed,
There are children in Africa starving to death,
And you dont here them whinging.
What else, can I do to put a stop to,
This mind numbing noise you are making?
Where is the line between patting and hitting?
When is rocking rocking, and when is it shaking?
I dont know what else I can do, to try and hush you
My heart says I love you but my brain's thinking fuck you
And hoping a child trafficer will abduct you,
At least then I'd get a few hours in bed.
I've shushed, and I've cooed
And I've even tried to sing Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da,
In the exact voice of Ringo
Now all I have left,
Is to hope, that a dingo will sneak in and rip off your fat bitching head.
Oh hush, little baby, dont say a word!
Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird,
In the hope you'll get Avian Flu, The nice folk in ANE will take care of you
That's it, close your eyes, shhh, not a sound
I can barely see your tiny chest moving up and down
One thing they don't mention in the parenting book
Your love for them grows, the closer to death they look
Sleep, baby , sleep , my love,
The Milky Way shines high ,
When you grow up , you'll learn all these things ,
But now - close your eyes ,
Close your eyes .
Sleep, my little one, try not to yell
Tomorrow or the next day you will learn to walk,
Love and laugh, make toast , wander around the house and say ,
But now - bed is calling.
Your blanket is made by hand from pure angora
Your diaper is dry and full tummy
Antihistamines , which could be
Pacify the bull ..
But all this does not help.
Well, what else could you want? I can not just guess !
You're always whining that it should be peaceful ,
In Africa, there are children who are starving ,
And they do not cry as much as you !
What else can I do to stop
This mind-blowing sound that you publish it?
How to define the line between a pat and beating ,
Oscillating between the carriage and its bumpy ?
I do not know what else can I do to try to calm you ,
My heart says, "I love you so much "
But my brain thinks, " Fuck you on ..! "
And sincerely hope that you will steal trader friendly ..
At least then I can get some sleep .
I booed and cooing sweet voice ,
And I even tried to sing Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da ( song by The Beatles),
Imitating the voice of Ringo
And now all that is left for me - it is hoped
That a dingo (wild Australian dog) sneak up and tear your head off plump whining .
Quietly , baby, do not say a word,
Daddy 's gonna buy you a mockingbird ,
In the hope that you 'll catch bird flu,
And cute guys from the Ministry of Health will take care of you.
Well, close your eyes , tshshsh , no sound,
I hardly see how your tiny chest moves up and down ,
Only one thing is not written in the book of parenting :
Your love for him is greater, the more they look like dead .. =)
