Текст песни Кристина Мандрагора - Полынь

Oh wormwood wormwood grass
You became my mother
You are always always right
Self-cleaning tablecloth
The land of good gives me a cornucopia
May the soul always sing about you

Ah wormwood you are not bitter, but her fetters
I defeated the enemy by cracking down on new ones.

At night, the owl whimpers
The dew has a wormwood taste
Whether there will still be
And I'm afraid to think
In the wormwood you will fall
Everything has become clear to me now
I wormwood bitter daughter!