Текст песни Диана Коденко - Колыбельная

... Potion-from-gate potion
Drunk - not a drop is spilled.
You look into the emptiness of the original -
Lord, but blood, blood, then! ..

... Do not go, dear, to the outskirts.
Too restless and fearful.
The ice under the boots will crack,
It will turn into an abyss of well,

Turns a mirror of the holy -
God forbid, who will try.
Here's a patch for you:
Forget that it was bequeathed.

And in the epic truths to seek out -
Is that incidentally slip.
Here you, my light, are also true:
Do without you good fellows.

The falcons are clear without you,
They will manage, will return with a victory.
The sky is low,
We have tasted so much.

Why are you silent, as if wounded?
My speech is not my nature?
... They say spring will be early.
They say that they look in a new way.

Look at the houses emptied -
In them orphanage is a devil's whirlpool.
What will I do, my darling,
Does the wind wander the rooms?

And to understand that there, outside the gate -
Evidently, it was not worth trying.
Potion-from-gate-turning
On honey with wormwood it is insistent.

Time spews the tales of the wise,
There is no one to stay for the elder.
So - fall asleep, Ilya Muromets,
And what has become of us - do not ask ...