Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Снежная колыбельная

Sleep, my dear boy , outside the window cold,
Snowdrifts piled up at our porch .
I am a lover of my mother , and she had her husband
Old , gray-haired - your father .

So said the people , I have my mother's lover ,
But people do not know about my love .
I do not look well, my boy , blue eyes,
And in the dark, do not call my mother in vain .

My mother did not come back - my mother loves her husband ,
Old , gray-haired - your father .
Outside the window of our silent groans Chill
And piled drifts from our porch .

Authorship is unknown 1916