Текст песни Роман Сусалев - Чернокнижник

Dm Am
A horse carried me deep into the reddened steppe,
F G Am
Fire was on the heels of my sinful soul.
Dm Am
It is the will of the Lord that at the dawn of envy
F G Dm
Should I have died at the stake today?
F G Am
Or the devil got lost in the crowd from boredom,
Dm G
To bake bread out of pain and flour?
F G C
It was all very simple - sharp steel to the throat -
Dm F G Am
"We have been ordered to take you for interrogation, trash!"

"You are right - I am just a poet -
Did not seek glory for himself, did not armor God's light,
I am a wanderer without a kin, and I do not look like a sword
A useless rusty knife of mine!
I didn't touch the wine, listened to the birds and foliage
And I would never undertake to teach witchcraft.
My old cloak is torn, and there is a hole in my pocket!
And the raven shouted at me that I would die before the morning! "

“Don't be cunning, warlock! You are known as Damn!
In the most wretched of huts, your songs are honored!
You bathed in poison and flew at night and
to order in law and beasts and swords!
You and girls are beautiful and fierce enemies
Enchanted with the power of his damned verses,
Wait, wait for the judge's verdict
And then you will laugh with an aspen in your chest! "

Dm Am
Why should I curse them? The guards fell to dust!
F G Am
The shackles on the wrists are rotten!
F G Am
A horse blacker than soot came running to my call
Dm G
Let them be reckoned, no matter, among the legion of thieves!
F G C
Let the chase, and the whips whistle behind your back -
Dm F G Am F C F G Am F C F G
On the steppe, like the wind, I fly into the sunset!