Текст песни Dislexia - Ведьминский быт

She smartly in a white shroud ,
Pale as night and fun.
She smartly in a white shroud ,
Bright smile as though not dead .

Strips of cloth hanging on the floor
Cheerful her gaze is directed at the ceiling ,
Their servants are wine cellar ,
From a coffin flowing gray smoke .

She izdrevne not like in life
And burdens of her usual gray world
Witch she is, and she lay in Rovnina
At Kings in honor of her death will be a feast .

She smartly in a white shroud ,
Pale as night and fun.
She smartly in a white shroud ,
Bright smile as though not dead .