Текст песни Крит - Ведьма

Let's go meet the lilac sunset on the roof,
Where shy perfume howl in pipes
There, where the waves of the radio rustling trustingly.
But the sky has darkened - it is again out of sorts!
Watch my hands pierce the atmosphere
And fingers give heaven unprecedented colors!
Open your eyes and let them take everything for granted,
And the whirlwind will swirl you in an alternative dance!

I'm a witch! I miraculously passed the sacred bonfires.
Go away, darkness! I open windows to parallel worlds.

Remember this hour, ballet on the tiles,
When in the cut of the lips like ice sparkle teeth
And the due converge will now unite
But instead of kissing you catch one dust in your mouth!
A trembling heart will hit the wall.
Now - the fire, and tomorrow everything will be lost in the fog.
As long as the will of higher powers to us will be unchanged,
We see this world as the spell says.