КАЗАЧЬЯ КОЛЫБЕЛЬНАЯ ПЕСНЯ Спи, младенец мой прекрасный, Баюшки-баю....

Cossack lullaby

Sleep, my beautiful baby, Bayushki-bayu.

The clear moon is quietly looking Into your cradle.

I will begin to tell fairy tales, I will sing a song;

You were asleep, closing your eyes, Bayushki-bai.


The Terek flows over the stones, A muddy shaft splashes;

An evil Chechen crawls ashore, Sharpens his dagger;

But your father is an old warrior, Forged in battle:

Sleep, baby, be calm, Bayushki-bai.


You yourself will find out, there will be time, Abusive life;

Feel free to put your foot in the stirrup And take the gun.

I will spread the battle saddle with Silk ...

Sleep, my dear child, Bayushki-bayu.


You will be a hero in appearance And a Cossack in soul.

I'll go out to see you off - You wave your hand ...

How many bitter tears will I secretly shed that night! ..

Sleep, my angel, quietly, sweetly, Bayushki-baiu.


I will become yearning to languish, To wait inconsolably;

I will begin to pray all day, At night to guess;

I will think that you miss you in a foreign land ...

Sleep well, while you don't know worries, Bayushki-bayu.


I will give you a holy icon for your journey:

You, praying to God, Put it in front of you;

Yes, preparing for a dangerous battle, Remember your mother ...

Sleep, my beautiful baby, Bayushki-bayu.