Текст песни Vivienne Mort - Колискова

Hands of serene naps quietly stroke your tummy.
The disaster does not exist until you are in her arms.
Sleep.
Sleep on the wings of white and white.
Sleep.

And Tattoos flew into space. And the dad is there.
Tatco flew into space.
But my mother is always with you. Mom is here.

There are small teats there, m * little legs.
You hear how seriously owls we sing the lullaby.
Sleep.
Without thoughts of sad, a fabulous dream.

There, in good pink dreams, rustle on the fairy flowers.
They pick poppies there. You never cried there.
No.
Do not you cry in your dream?

And Tattoos flew into space. And the dad is there.
Tatco flew into space.
But my mother is always with you. Mom is here.
But my mother is always with you.
Mom is here.
Here.