Текст песни Вероника Долина - Не расти дитя мое

Do not rise , my child, what is the point? -
Can very little - but only just.
- Today, I lost a blue ball -
In the hands of a boy crying in the mother.
How long is my only weapon we coddle our joy
Grow up - naplachetsya your mother .
Dizzy for no reason ,
Here and show up - you're a man .
Woman potopchetsya the threshold ,
Then another recall - touchy .
As I imagine this is the -
Do not rise , my child , I beg .