Текст песни Николай Гром-Че Сергеев - Колыбельная

Torn as a stone from the soul
Running away, sweeping tracks
Do not rush all the rays
Around you stories and vulgar cigarettes smoke
It's hopeless to rush into sleep
Under the wheels of dreams, salvation is not bad.
Count to one hundred in unison
You are so few years old, but you are standing so much

Where the shore hid the sun
Sleep on the palms of the night
I will not touch you, if you want

Played a card house,
Having lost all the floors in which there were
Love and faith, everything for later
Remained walls with the smell of vanilla