Текст песни Башня Rowan - Готская пасека

Circle Night silence,

Sleeping village is silent,

And only the pale moon

Looms incorrect rays.



Does not creak the door, light will not break up,

Neighbors sleep sinless sleep,

But old Melnik Melistent

Going somewhere with a lantern.



Flickering in the Fire Lonar

The bitch does not scrub under the foot.

Flowing like funeral ringing,

Pomeki forest buzz.



Gothic magician grandfather.



In the forest marsh

The flowers did not grow together.

Grandfather feeds wild bees of his

Lengthous meat of mushrooms.



Trees of gloomy stand,

A bee lilap sings

And old Melnik Melistent

Shakes honey from black honeycombs.



Autumn forest burns fire,

Shaking the thinning foliage.

And honey black bucket

Grandfather drags home from the forest.



Gothic magician grandfather.



And who told this honey

That madness is doomed.

Around him only clang swords

Yes, funeral melting.



Sleeping quiet village,

Fellow villagers not hom

That somewhere on the VDNH

The grandfather has its own stall.



And their buyers

Grandfather learn from afar.

Metro, like an apiary, buzzing,

Carrying the old man in the car.



Gothic magician grandfather.