lullaby sung by prothean mothers to their children during the war.
translation of it like this (not in rhyme. sorry for my terrible English. in Russian it sounds much nicer.)
In the shadows of the reapers the city back to sleep
And somewhere far away battles are begin.
You will cover of the your mother's wings,
You just go to sleep, little one, sleep.
I can not hear dispassionate cars outside,
You hear the song of the wounded mother,
Do not be afraid, and do not fight vain.
Now we only need to sleep.
The plates on the face are burnt by the steel,
The heart is in the fire for many years.
You sleep under the vertical sky, not knowing about threat
Waking up, you see a trail of blood.
In the morning you see your father's and my husband's dead bodies,
And only hear the command "kill" ...
War is not for you. A stupid war.
You go to sleep, my little one, sleep ...