Anna M. Ostrovskaya. Lullaby (№ 293922)

You're under other stars
Now go to sleep somewhere.
There with the scent of pink
Sheets walks the summer
There, warmed gently
The sun, you until this evening.
Washed by the gentle rays,
Affectionately patted shoulders,
Your soul filled
The light up bottom.
Night eyes dark
Looked at you quietly,
The dreams you whispered again.
Night embraced, wrapped,
To afford you would come,
Breaking all the shackles...