Sleep, baby, sleep.
A distant shore, the shore bright,
Far wave of mold.
The branches will lean on the window -
Sleep, baby, Julia, daughter...
Quiet garden, drinking light,
You don't know this night,
How lucky I am to have you.
Go to sleep, Yulenka, dear,
Plunge into the world of sweet dreams...
I lived without you, not knowing,
That I can love to tears.
December 29, 2019