Текст песни Vivienne Mort - Спи, Ісусе, спи

Sleep, Jesus, sleep, watch your eyes
Your mother's over you will be lulling
Sleep, Jesus, sleep, little,
Sleep, sir, sleep

The poor spit, rubbish slugs.
Joseph is not yet given out
Carry a little bread for you
Spy Jesus, sleeping, little,
Sleep, sir, sleep.

Patience, sleep, eye catch.
Do not ask what will happen next
What do you make people
Sleep, Jesus, sleep, little,
Sleep, sir, sleep.

Sleep, heart openings
At night I'm resting
On that land and there in paradise
Sleep, Jesus, sleep, little,
You're sweetheart ...
Sleep, Jesus, sleep, little,
Sleep, dear, sleep ...
Jesus, sleep, baby, sleep, heart, sleep ...