Текст песни Иллет - Ведьма - Волки Кальи

When the month is over the forest from the cold minimizes tangle
When the sky falls a frozen bird star
Drags melancholy song under the hill
Bone pipe, bone duda

And coming out of the hill witch
With beater bone in left hand
Duda with a bone in his hand right
And it is the smell of bread

And her go to call Bone
Seven ancient gray wolves
Go on snow without leaving a trace
And their eyes were red and without pupils.

And avoid witch against the sun my yard
And bony hand at the gate trying to constipation.
And the whistle on his bony dude
Calls, call out my children.

I'll take in his right hand a knife
I'll take his sharp iron knife
I'll take a cold iron knife -
Witch, witch, my children do not touch!

I will take in my left hand fire
I hold down the fire in the hearth of palm,
I'll go around the yard posolon -
Witch, witch, my children do not touch it!

At dawn, when the cock crows
Scattered the ashes of her witchcraft
And the leaves, the snow without leaving a trace
And her bone zamolknet duda

Redden the sky as the bullseye side
Go to sleep, my daughter, go to sleep, my son
In the sky the moon is slowly melting icicle.
At dawn, the sweetest dreams ...