LA POPA Goes
not be alarmed, for heaven's sake. Check the emotion
The stern believe me, if you do not know
not a girl, is a sweet song. The
already sang to my baby in the belly of its mother.
the whispered near the bed because the
acted as a lullaby.
And leave it on the big bed vibrate slightly
of polished pine.
In the shadows of evening fell asleep
mother and child. When the pain
bathed his face and his eyes could not speak
only the doll in my arms there
knew how to listen and drive away the clouds.
"Dad tonight with you I would-say-
sleep and next slides
me and I in my heart that I have that happy time
still intone that sweet song.
"Dad, please, sleep early,"
pray and hugs me closer.
I interrupt the song a bit 'sad but
watch my baby grow.
With so many gnomes, fairies and elves
even with the doll so it goes. The
dear friend now looking for additional beds
which give peace of mind.
But white-bearded gentleman
dearly I hold my arm
and when the soul feels tired, the
e. .. still singing to sleep I do.
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