А.Харчиков - Колыбельная 1840 год от р х стих М Лермонтов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Cossack lullaby Sleep, my beautiful baby, Bayushki-Bu. The month clear in your cradle looks quietly. I will say fairy tales, I will sing a song; Well, you doze, closing your eyes, Bayushki-Bu. The Terek flows along the stones, the muddy shaft splashes; Angry Chechen crawls to the shore, sharpening his dagger; But your father is an old warrior, hardened in battle: Sleep, baby, be calm, Bayushki-Bu. You yourself will find out, there will be time, swearing; Feel free to put your foot in the stirrup and take a gun. I’m a fighting sedel with silk ... Sleep, my dear child, Bayushki-Bai. Supri, my dear child, Bayushki-Bu. You will be a hero in appearance and a Cossack with a soul. I will go out to see you off - you will wave my hand ... How many bitter tears is stolen that I will sneak that night! .. Sleep, my angel, quiet, sweet, Bayushki -Bu. I will languish to languish, it is inconsolable to wait; I will pray all day, guess at night; I will think that you miss you in a foreign land ... Sleep, until you know the worries, Bayushki-Bay, I will languish with longing, it is inconsolable to wait; I will pray all day, guess at night; I will think that you miss you in a foreign land ... Sleep, until you know the worries, Bayushki-Bay. I will give you a saint on the road: you, pray to God, put it in front of you; Yes, preparing in a dangerous battle, remember your mother ... Sleep, my beautiful baby, Bayushki-Bu.