Baby, baby, rock-a-bye
On the edge you mustn't lie.
Or the little grey wolf will come
And will nip you on the tum...
Tug you off into the woods...
Underneath the willow-root.
TALE OF TALES
Sunset beams were kissing
A blue sea softly treated.
That's when you have admitted There's no love.
It has made me unhappy.
But without despair.
You have said the affair
Is now off.
We are parting. No need for anger.
It's a fault of yours and mine as well...
Sunset beams were kissing
A blue sea while they lit it.
That's when you have admitted
There's no love.
Notice of Death
Your husband...
...true to his military oath...
...heroism and courage...
...was wounded...
...was wounded and died of...
Notice of Death
Your husband...
...heroism and courage...
...was wounded...
...was wounded and died of...
Your son...
Your brother...
Baby, baby, rock-a-bye...
On the edge you mustn't lie!
Or the little grey wolf... will come...
And will nip you on the tum...
Tug you off into the woods...
Underneath the willow-root.
Baby, baby, rock-a-bye...
On the edge you mustn't lie!
Or the little grey wolf will come...
And will nip you on the tum,
Tug you off into the woods...
Underneath the willow-root.
English translation: Lullaby (wikipedia) Bored Sun (eduard.leytman)