Текст песни Король и Шут - Тень клоуна - Полутень зомби

The old sorceress is tired of one drunkard,
That she wanders around the fence day and day.
And how did he like her shack?
The mind of a thief is craving alcohol.

He will catch up with fear, but he is either on the forehead or on the forehead!
And then the old woman conceived a cunning plan:
With some rubbish she put out the flask,
In a prominent place for that fool to notice.