Текст песни Лукавый вырий - Колдунья

WITCH
(S. Yesenin)
Scythes disheveled, scary, white,
Running, running, playful, bold.
The dark night is silently afraid
With the shawls of the clouds, the moon closes.
Wind - a whooper whooper
Rushing into the deep wilderness
The grove is threatened by spruce peaks,
Owls are hiding with shy cries.
The witch waves her bony hands
The stars blink from the clouds over the oak forests
Serpents are hung under the braids,
Swirls with a blizzard scary and frantic,
The sorceress is dancing to the sound of a pine
Clouds float with a black tremor.