Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Ведьма III

Not born witch
To scrub the floors;
Famously dance in the sky
The shadows of the broom!

Who would have peeped
That night flight,
But who will see the witch,
I do not live long.

Something terrible blows
The breeze from the river -
Sesame seeds
Strewed with arms.

Witch looks askance
In his crystal ball;
Dry all the tears,
Scorch soul.

You become prey
Grief and anguish:
Witches practice
Drives three boards!

Pass the gap
Thin hair -
Sesame seeds
Pouring into the sand.

And at a crossroads
Four Roads
So simple and easy
Will carry your coffin,

And given the close
Witch's Spit,
To eyes pyalil
At night the skies!

Sesame seeds
Sprout evil
Unfortunately for someone
In your mound.