Текст песни Крыс и Шмендра - Фергус Донн и Сида

Who roams the woods at night without waking the dawn?
Dry twig not disturbed by light whose leg? ..
Do not muddy the water in the creek and creaking door,
That oxide Alice enters the house, and the house of a stranger, though ...
What disturbed the shadows on the withered leaves?
Ask yourself, and get answers in a dream ...

One day forty years ago, I was home to the fair
Prigogine guy Don Fergus, he saw a maiden.
She was standing near a stream, and said: "Very well,
To dress me your save, move me!

But first, you take off your belt and a knife:
Cold iron burn your skin! "
As she told me he had made, and behold,
Dancing oblivious, really goes to the hill!

When will he woke up from sleep and rushed home,
Blind small window house looked, the wind singing in the ruins!
Gone all the forty years - count or not to count!
Only the rain washed the tears of the gods old graves!
And the victim took break, but was not as high,
And escaping from troubles again sees the white light! ..

And for the umpteenth time is going to cripple the house,
The one for which it is more important wonders Shadowlands.
Though it keeps his dream - at dawn pryanet away,
He sees only a dream features culprits disaster.
The one that kissed him in the depths of the hill
And cast a spell, it was bewitched ...