País: Russian Federation

Sleep, good boy, my beautiful,
Bayushki bayu*,
Quietly the moon is looking
Into your cradle.
I will tell you fairy tales
And sing you little songs,
But you must slumber, with your little eyes closed,
Bayushki bayu.

The time will come, then you will learn
The pugnacious life,
Boldly you'll stem your foot into the stirrup
And take the gun.
The saddle-cloth for your battle horse
I will sew you from silk.
Sleep now, my dear little child,
Bayushki bayu.

You will look like a hero
And be a Cossack deep in your heart.
I will hurry to accompany you,
You will just wave your hand
How many secret bitter tears
Will I shed that night!
Sleep, my angel, calmly, sweetly,
Bayushki bayu.

I will die from longing,
I will wait inconsolably,
I will pray the whole day long,
And at night I'll tell fortunes
I will think that you are in trouble
Far away in a foreign land.
Sleep now, as long as you don't know sorrows,
Bayushki bayu.

I will give you on your way
A small holy icon,
And when you pray to God, you'll
Put it right in front of you
When preparing yourself for the dangerous fight
Please remember your mother.
Sleep, good boy, my beautiful,
Bayushki bayu.

Mikhaïl Iourievitch Lermontov
(1814-1841)