2018.12.07.
Moonbeam
Sleep, my baby, the apple of my eye,
In moon's bright beams.
Without a wink of sleep, all night long,
Your mother will stay near you.
Jingling the necklaces,
Your aunt Dream has come,
Clinking the coins
Over the lullaby - a silver coin, ching,ching,ching! 1
Having made strings from moonbeams,
She plays a melody on the kumyz, 2
Pouring charming beams,
She caresses you, kissing your rosy face.