Lion King 2: Samba's Pride
Текст песни My Lullaby

[Zira:]
Hush, my little one;
You must be exhausted.

Sleep, my little Kovu,
Let your dreams take wing.
One day when you're big and strong,
You will be a king.
I've been exiled, persecuted,
Left alone with no defense.
When I think of what that brute did,
I get a little tense.
But I dream a dream so pretty,
That I don't feel so depressed,
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty,
And it helps me get some rest.

The sound of Simba's dying gasp,
His daughter squealing in my grasp,
His lionesses' mournful cry,
That's my lullaby.

Now the past I've tried forgetting,
And my foes I could forgive,
Trouble is I knows it's petty,
But I hate to let them live.

[Nuka:]
So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree.

[Zira:]
Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me.
The melody of angry growls,
A counterpoint of painful howls,
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby!

Scar is gone... but Zira's still around
To love this little lad.
Till he learns to be a killer
With a lust for being bad!

[Nuka:]
Sleep, ya little termite!
Uh! I mean, precious little thing!

[Vitani:]
One day when you're big and strong...

[Zira:]
...you will be a king!
The pounding of the drums of war,
The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar!

[Nuka:]
The joy of vengeance!

[Vitani:]
Testify!

[Zira:]
I can hear the cheering!

[Vitani, Nuka:]
Kovu! What a guy!

[Zira:]
Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky!
That's my lullaby!