September
Роман Ярцев
The wind carried away the sun, the evening came home
a restless childhood with a падушка under your head ...
Dear child, cover your eyes
all the cheerful mice will lie down next to you...
Rest my young miracle and tomorrow at sunrise
together with you on the rocket of dawn
we will take off on the wing of September...
По ногам пробежала опавшей листвой осень...
Спи мой милый и в снах добрая мышка...
Lullaby
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