2020.08.03.
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Sleep my child, I cradle you softlyBajuschki baju
Sing the Cossack way
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Foreign riders shout through the night outside
Sleep my child, they ride on
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One day you'll be a rider too
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Moving constantly toward me
(Are) distant lands
In the foreign faraway of home, you always think
About the mother, that loves you so,
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Sleep my little child, have a little sleep
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Silver moon and cloud sheep are watching from above