Текст песни Сруб - Вспять

(He) with his needles hammered into the palm of his hand
Hunger silt bottom
The night is crying here so long ago
Mark her pale horse

Clover and snapdragon
Witches washed the virgins
Do we store on the plates
Lakes black smoke

Locks of her hair.
This is the spirits deaf pad.
Everything will turn back
The forest in the fog will not be able to sleep.
Three voices call
With wings of dead owls
Only five wake up
Words.

In the roots he stores grain
The lights are fading behind the shutters
The night is crying here so long ago
Her signs are comet tails

Clover and snapdragon
Witches lowered the birds
With the souls of young maidens
Here at the corners of the pages

Locks of her hair.
This is the spirits deaf pad.
Everything will turn back
The forest in the fog will not be able to sleep.
Three voices call
With wings of dead owls
Only five wake up
Words.

Shadows
Who you are?