Текст песни Немного нервно - Ведьмина колыбельная

I had a dream
There is a house in a dream,
And the house is raining,
and rents rye up
in rye on the edge of death
to the edge of one step,
and instead of braid sickle,
And it's time to press.

And in my house my daughter
It works fine,
Four hundred and more years
spinning spindle
And in the ceiling window,
And the house is raining.
Death sits for a biller
in rye on the edge of dreams.

Take my hand,
Arrange me to the hearth.
Now I have to sleep,
You now sing now.
Wind in a chimney
And the stars in the window are ringing,
swing my cradle
Conduct me ...