A tiny wonder in the crib is sleeping
Serenely, the soother in her lips.
Rest, little one, I'll be at side, gatekeeping,
Let all the world await on its toe tips.
Today we raise a lot of toasts, all well-said:
For luck and health, for richness and much more.
I whisper, bending over to the cot head:
"My wish for you - to never know the war!"
All other things will come to you Precisely,
Like come the rampant waves towards the shore.
Sleep, honey, I will rock your cradle nicely,
Just live your life not knowing of the war...
Victor Pikalov
A tiny wonder in the crib is sleeping
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