Текст песни Александр Щербина - Панночка

PANNOCHKA

Her look is chilly, with a temper,
If you want - touch, but confuse first.
Every night is stolen from her,
Louder than a raven feather.

They say that the beauty of that supposedly
The devil marks his sisters.
If Sprenger were Jacob -
I would have made a fire for her.

Ay, the millstones were not kissed by me.
Where did you get that water, where did you look?
Tin hair thinned
The chalk got damp on the way.

Grasses became rotten with dawn,
Choked - the cock did not sing.
Ty, godfather, pannochka ne has died,
The door wind blew - the fire went out.

ASH (2017)