Sleep, my beautiful baby,
Bayuşkï-enrichment.
Quiet month looks bright
In your cradle.
I will say unto me tales,
sing a song;
Well you doze, closed eyes,
Bayuşkï-enrichment.
Terek flowing over rocks,
Splashing muddy shaft;
Evil Chechen creeping ashore,
Sharpens his knife;
But your father is old warrior,
Hardened in battle:
Sleep, baby, stay calm,
Bayuşkï-enrichment.
You know yourself, time will,
Bran habitation;
Feel free vdenesh foot in the stirrup
And take a gun.
I sedeltse combat
Silk razoshyu ...
Sleep, child of my native,
Bayuşkï-enrichment.
Hero you will be with mind
And Cossack soul.
Accompany you, I will go out -
You mahnesh hand ...
How many bitter tears furtively
I shed that night!..
Sleep, my angel, table, sweet,
Bayuşkï-enrichment.
I'll sadly languish,
inconsolably wait;
I will pray the whole day,
At night, wondering;
I will think, you miss
You're in a strange land ...
Sleep is, while worries do not know.
Bayuşkï-enrichment.
I will give you on the road
scapular saint:
You are his, God molyasya,
Set ourselves;
Yes preparing to battle dangerous,
Remember your mother ...
Sleep, my beautiful baby,
Bayuşkï-enrichment.
