Текст песни Черемша - В наших краях

At night, always silent village
In the realm of bogs, mossy and viscous.
In our area do not sleep at night.
In our part of the sinister tale.
In thin hands fearful children
Like forever, trapped crucifixion.
The one who was lost in the darkness of the night,
Hell immortal soul pays
In our area.
Our marshes afraid moon
The sky at night from birds living,
Songs full of woes County,
The air trembles with wolf howling!
In our area do not sleep at night.
In our homes - the heavy doors.
They knock at night for a long time,
Asks the shade, we do not trust them,
In our area.
Shadows roam the swamps,
Tears, tears promising.
Knock. Sob: "Who's there? Who's there?
Forest people do not come back! "