Sleep! Babyónka, sleep!
By thy side Bábochka watches.
Round the house the wind blows high,
Soars the eagle in the sky,
Hark, I hear the woodcock cry.
Sleep, my darling, sleep!
O’er thy slumbers Saints are watching.
Sleep! Babyónka, sleep!
Bábochka will rock thy cradle.
Wind that rushes through the trees,
Eagle soaring o’er the breeze,
Woodcock whistling in the reeds,
Bring my darling sleep!
Babyónka dear, the Saints are watching.
Sleep! my darling, sleep!
Bábochka Babyónka watches.
Wind and eagle, woodcock brown,
All of them come rushing down
To the cot where baby slumbers.
They have brought Babyónka sleep.
O’er thy slumbers Saints are watching.