Music by Vladimir Ragimov
        Lyrics by Robert Louis Stevenson

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light. 
In summer quite the other way, 
I have to go to bed by day. 

I have to go to bed and see 
The birds still hopping on the tree, 
Or hear the grown-up people's feet 
Still going past me in the street. 

And does it not seem hard to you, 
When all the sky is clear and blue, 
And I should like so much to play, 
To have to go to bed by day? 

1981, Baku