Текст песни Агидель - Ведьма

WITCH

1.
The witch prowls, the witch cries
The old one is angry in the dark.
In the dark in the forest looms
A sharp knife in her hands.
Looking for a young victim
On the Kupala night.
On the track, on the curve
Overwhelm her body.

2.
Dark clouds came over
Thunderstorm splashed.
And from tears transparent through and through
Her blue eyes.
Lightning flashes brightly
Its goal is not far off.
In the dark it illuminates
A young boy.

3.
Morning with a tired sun
Has given birth to light in the distance.
And by an oak with a torn throat,
The body was found perishable.