Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Спи, дитя, в волнах тумана

The hammock of birdsong,
in the cradle of lace,
sleeping baby, dozing slumber,
and this child - mine.
Mint, hops and lungwort
entwine cradle
and in his sleep he dreamed
lungwort or hops.

Summer morning, very early,
in the sky blue thin month.
Sleep, my child, in waves of fog
under the muslin silence
lace in the cradle.

The head of the cradle
White bells ringing.
Sleeping baby dozing slumber,
holding his hand under his cheek.
And light lashes
star flies down,
and in his sleep he dreamed
as the star flies fluff.

Summer morning, very early,
in blue sky melts month.
Sleep, my child, in waves of fog
under the muslin silence
lace in the cradle.

Early, early on a summer morning,
on the threshold of fuss,
the sun in the sky,
in the river - ducks,
Sandman children and flowers.
Summer morning very early
very-very sweet sleep.
Sleep, my child, in waves of fog
holding his hand under his cheek,
holding his hand under his cheek.