Lyrics Людмила Сенчина - Колыбельная сыну

Rain pours on passers-by,
It drizzles through the windows.
My boy falls asleep,
But still not sleeping.
Mom, tell me about the rain! ..

And I quietly sing to my son
In the afternoon and under the moon.
Rain is yellow, blue,
Gray, blue ...
Blue, he is the kindest,
With him flowers bloom.
Blue is not long
He has been waiting for a long time ...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa ...

Here comes the summer evening
The bumblebee in the grass is buzzing
And fly to meet the earth
Blue rains.
Blue rain will color the plums
In your garden.
Blue rain - he is the strongest,
From him grow ...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa ...

Autumn lake cool,
Maple Ashwood ...
In September, people come to
Yellow rains.
Yellow rain
Reach out
To that fate and to that.
Yellow rain - it is for separation,
He is not yours yet.
Mm, mm, mm, mm ...

Daddy, are there black rains?

And I quietly sing to my son
In the afternoon and under the moon.
Rain is yellow, blue,
Gray, blue ...
Sleep, baby, come to people
Different rains.
Only black rain will not
On your way.
I believe - black rain will not
On your way.