Текст песни Margenta - Лунное дитя

Kings are going where flowers strawberries,
Decorate crown modestly clean dew,
I rebelled nettle, but, on reflection, wilted,
Go to sleep as quickly as possible, my only son, my moon.

Queen of flowers decorated brown braids
In their eyes reflected the excesses of hops and spring,
Do not look - it's silly games for the royal adults
Go to sleep as quickly as possible, my only son, my moon.

Moonchild,
In the cradle of the moon,
Moonchild,
Lord of the stars
For you ring
Barely audible string
Moonchild,
The magic of mine!

After a bright fire will jump the great shadow,
A full moon guests clothes seem too tight,
Strawberries will not, wreath will float down the river ...
Go to sleep soon, my only, my son ... the moon