Текст песни Дубравка - Сага полнолуния

* And we were thrown in the dungeon
* For the fact that hair is white
* What kind of creek called the potion,
* Hearts giving fun,
* And even our kings
* Behind him under the covert nights
* And in the morning to the square of the Palace
* Again driven one of those
* What could heal the word
* Why blood flows in the jacket,
* The crowd does not hold back the evil laughter:
* It goes the favorite of the fun.
* God silent, laughs the devil ...
* What, sisters, remains to us?
* In this crappy game without rules
* One Saving Rock left -
* Do not care that there is not a single wing:
* He's wings - nothing, the broom will come down
* Forgot us the city, or remembers
* Over a frightened crowd
* Flew by white flocks at midnight,
* And the swell rushing: "Thunderstorm, to the rescue!
* Save from arrows and stroke from prayers
* Forgive us, God, we are no longer with you ... "
* Call the saber - commemoration
* And in the troubles of all blame us,
* What are our firefire bonfire
* Burned life on the hair?
* For all who we could not help
* Put the bill of Valpurgiyev night!
* And we were thrown in the dungeon
* For the fact that hair is white
* What they refused to stick in the cells,
* That anger preferred fun,
* For the fact that in the age of denunciations and plague
* So bright and beautiful we were ...