Текст песни Король и Шут - 01 Волосокрад

"-I, friend, what a grief
Filled your edges?
What kind of evil on the will? "
I asked the innkeeper.

In ominous fog, he finds the victim.
He sneaks quietly behind you.
And looking like a trouble with you,
He dickly laughs and splashes saliva!

"- Whether it became bad -
All youth disappeared!
Leave it from here!
You are here only death you will find. "

In ominous fog, he finds the victim.
He sneaks quietly behind you.
And looking like a trouble with you,
He dickly laughs and splashes saliva!

No wonder the innkeeper sank -
He, Gad, served Satan!
Behind quietly damn the hell
I clung to my hair.

Hearing the damn voice,
He gave him in a swift!
But, losing every hair,
The year of life I lost!

In ominous fog, he finds the victim.
He sneaks quietly behind you.
And looking like a trouble with you,
He dickly laughs and splashes saliva!

Now I know - the devils are full of ideas!
Cunning, cunning his experience is mined.
But worse to us when among people
They have accomplices!