Текст песни Урфин Джюс - Заколдованный Бор

Judges stand, stand,
Judges are dead.
White, white mantle
Will it snow.
Judge will stand in wigs last year's grass,
Hearing the creaking of our black, black carts.

To administer the sentence, the judge did not take swords;
We're going to court through the forest, the executioners themselves.
To administer the sentence, the judge did not take swords;
We're going to court through the forest, the executioners themselves.

Judges sit in a circle
At the fork in the road,
We will rush past -
Shadows, shadows in the darkness.
Touched judge each alder twig
Behind Chillmere put fingers on the ground.

To administer the sentence, we go on the block its
Through the enchanted forest, the executioners themselves.
To administer the sentence, we go on the block its
Through the enchanted forest, the executioners themselves.

(I.Kormiltsev-A. Pantykin)