Текст песни Тролль Гнёт Ель - Еловый Корень

If you are going to need
In a pair of new shoes,
Know - to get to work
My cutter is always ready.
Think not in vain
Inevitable way to me.
It's no secret - in the neighborhood
I have no equal in the craft.

Rumor found
I'm in the woods under the spruce stump,
Sleeping in the bush cranberries,
Hare suckled milk.
Brokeback I like spruce root,
My skin like bark.
Because for two centuries
All sides of me.

In my house in the woods
Frequent guest skittish animal.
Young and old, hospitably
There is always an open door.
Shoes to fame on the right,
Whom no demolition hundred years.
Come listen to the song
Wood in my hand.