I suppose, lullabies were once sung practically for all of us, and they were different. Personally for me, as far as I remember, they were war songs, though it is another story. This album consists of real old Ukrainian lullabies, and most of them are not author's, but folk ones. They are performed properly, in the right way – not loudly, tenderly, not for a large audience – strangely enough, even when a choir of children is performing - as if they were performed for every person in particular. They are performed as they should be performed. There are well-known singers among the performers, for example, Nina Matvienko
, but it is not the most important thing about this album. As a matter of fact, the most important thing about this album is that it is full of beauty. I mean the beauty, to understand which a mother teaches her child not with words and precepts. She teaches with her voice, her intonation, her smile and quietness, her existence itself – isn’t it through such things that the first lessons of love are taught for each child? Long, long before the words with all their changeable meanings. And isn’t it through such things that the last lessons of love are taught for an adult – when all words are far, far behind?