Текст песни минус - Бабушка

Through the fog waving a raven wing
night over the whirlpool at the wolf beam
grandma, the dark pool is scary to me
there mermaids beckon me to the bottom

you brew talk me a potion
il take my girlish soul
life in the world without love is my cell
monastery, and in the wind I feel stuffy

there is no way back to my father's house
give me ointments with the strength of a block
I would lie down like a bindweed under his feet
would braid would hug would
grandma i am in reality pillow
under the patterned night veil
would fly like a forest cuckoo
and bled my lips