Текст песни Green Crow - Король фей

We are in the twilight of autumn September under the rain
Today in the woods for mushrooms will not go.
Beyond the forest - a hill in the thorns and in the moss.
We know who lives up there.
They are fast like the wind, but very small.
They put on funny hats.
Whether you're a hundred times smelly and hairy,
They plunged you a thorn in the ass.

In the woods around the stumps, rotten bark covered.
There's a swarm of elves, and their king with them.
When you meet a small nation,
They zataschat you to dance.
And if you dance hard boring work,
You in a hill at two hundred years locked up.
And if you prefer to fornication,
Thee to death fairy zakruzhat.

We are in the twilight of autumn September under the rain
Today in the woods for mushrooms will not go.
Zazhzhёm fire and fairies wait:
We surrender ourselves better fornication there.