Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Щелкунчик

Float from the midnight spruce
Scent of candles and needles
Feet shuddered slightly
Bells ringing
In the most tender cradle
Between hand and hand
In the strongest cradle
Lulling me down

Maybe it really was
I once did not love
Maybe it really was
I was afraid of these hands
But she learned at the time of separation
In the wind of loss and haste
The dislike of my nut
Not stronger than Krakatuk

Of the branches of thick and sleepy
Heading to the piano
Hoffman weary will come out
With a letter dropping the powder
Dusty for centuries
A little naive, a little sad
Compliments yes nods
A simple motive will sound

The words of lovers are funny to you
About wizards and secrets.
Yes, the words of lovers are funny
But only the world is true with them
So many times far away
I wanted to hug you
And desperate sounded
Lines of letters, cries of birds
But now in the midnight smoke
Before me alive and visible
The one I love is
My beautiful, faithful prince

In the cradle of the most tender
I will obediently forever
About fulfilled hopes
Tell me say
Tale sleeping in the branches of spruce
You kiss me again
And on the windows there is a snow monogram
Drosselmeyer and Marie