Finally, having climbed half the world around,
My small boys are in bed fast asleep
Fast asleep my green-eyed nations, sleep my treasures dirty-faced,
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff.
So peaceful and good they are while sleeping
In the world there are no better kids
Bruises like bright peas
Burning on their knees and
Blankets thrown aside upon the bed
Bruises like bright peas
Burning on their knees and
Blankets thrown aside upon the bed.
But tomorrow if you know ahead as to
Into which directions their paths lead
If without invitation
To go to a drawing lesson and
Into outer space barefoot to tread
If without invitation
To go to a drawing lesson and
Into outer space barefoot to tread
Tiredly over them the clock is beating
Peacefully on earth the children sleep
Sleep my little desperadoes
Sleep my Titovs and Gagarins
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff
Sleep my little desperadoes
Sleep my Titovs and Gagarins
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff.