Текст песни Ksenia Volary - Ночь 11 ноября 2012 года

"You are a witch!" People shouted after,
When a proud girl walked past them.
No one, alas, could get to the point
Condemning with such a stigma forever.

And no one would have walked that road
That fate gave you
I see you whispering softly, "Gods!
Believe me, I'm innocent! "

Centuries have passed, and people are unchanged,
You walk slowly alone
And with a sharp blade you sharpen your nerves
And you are not afraid of the flame of fire.

And in this age you were given strength
To control the horse line,
To make others dig her own grave.
Rejoice! You have become a high priestess.