Текст песни Патрушева Светлана - Ведьмы

Cook the potion in the boilers
On a bald hill at night
And let the sacraticles
We do not like very much.

We are our fate towards
At sunset, in the clouds,
With a vet in Metla fly,
And under us - the stars of the river.

And for those who want happiness -
In the potion, throw an amanita.
We know exactly in our power
Narrow thoughts give a space.

To wings behind your back
Worn to heaven
To wings like a bird,
So that Dew's diamonds!

Only I ask, no need,
To our boiler to poke your nose.
Horns may appear
From the shock of thick hair.

If you drink a long time
Potion - Wings do not see
But gradually horns
You can get clouds ...

Be careful to be
Next to the witch to everyone.
Happiness can smile
In life only brave.

If the sky is tie to the wind
You're from the ground for sure
Under your wing is flying
Stars escabobal river.