Текст песни Макс Нижегородов - Ведьмачья похоронная

Chopped off my head
And sent downstream
Let it swim in sunset gold
Down to the next resurrection

Take the river to the far
And spill across the wide stretch
Drown my soul sad
Lonely bird song

Dissolve what was bequeathed
Break the braids to the clear sun
Tell the raven to the prophet
That rolled log hut

Dress me in velvet caftan
And pour me royal vodka
Wait for the raven to cark
And send the track short

Bury me, good fellow,
Under the damp and heavy clay
Yes, spread my hair from my head
Put the aspen in my chest

And do not cry on the grave, my good,
Until he got up with the song, he broke the layers
You better give me a short bite
So that there were only me and you

Let the ghouls sit down
To the Withering Dead Corpse
With them, the body will share the soul
And fade away for real

The wind howls and whines on loam:
“Well, my dear brother, have you succumbed to them?
Fly in the dank twilight
Don't you be crushed by the earth

Though not throw me a stopudovy layer -
I don’t sulk in the lowland rift -
Help, brother, click below, and now I!
Why are you silent, il below is not conjured? "

"My brother is the wind, the aspen stake in me,
And the head is cut down before the deadline
Fly away and walk yourself high above
Forget about your brother with a yolk ”