Колыбельная с четырьмя дождями [Kolibelnaya s Chetirmya Dozhdyami] [English translation]

The rain falls on passers-by

It's drizzling through the windows.

My boy falls asleep

But he does not yet sleep

- Mama, tell me about the rain!

And I sing softly to my son

During the day and under the moon.

The rain can be yellow, blue

Gray, blue ...

Blue, he is the kindest

Flowers bloom with him.

Blue does not last long

They are waiting for him for a long time ...

Here comes the summer evening

The bumblebee in the grass is buzzing

And flies to meet the earth

Blue rains.

Blue rain will color the plums

In your garden.

Blue rain is the strongest

From it comes growth...

Autumn will cool the lake

Maples will turn gold ...

In September they come to people

Yellow rains.

Yellow rain

Reach out hands

To that fate and to that.

Yellow rain is for parting

He is not yet yours.

- Mama, are there black rains?

And I sing softly to my son

During the day and under the moon.

The rain is yellow, blue

Gray, blue ...

Sleep, my son, come to people

Different rains.

Only there won't be black rain

On your way.

I believe - there will be no black rain

On your way.