Каменные - Туман
текст песни

Huddled close by the fire, covered in blood, trembling with fear.
A very young lad was talking to a monk.
The monk suddenly interrupted him and gloomily asked.
Tell him everything in more detail, and not to forget anything.

A celebration was taking place in a village; it was clear and warm.
All the people were celebrating joyfully, though there was one thing.
In those places where they sang songs, where they danced in circles.
For some reason, honest people were disappearing everywhere.

A terrible rumor spread throughout the world that there is a fog in the world.
That it takes away countless people.
Something like this: there's a village, people in it, a cat wandering about.
But when the fog sweeps across the rooftops, everyone disappears, even the cattle.

Well, here everyone was having fun, here everyone was dancing after their friends.
Well, if you don't know, then you know this disaster doesn't exist.
The sun barely touched the hills, just before dusk. It began
Fog drifted from the swamp toward the village, and off it went.

So it was here, falling on the rooftops, enveloping everything beneath it.
That fog grew quiet, and then a howl rang out.
Screams of terror and groans, angry roars and cries of "run!"
Ringed in that fog, God save their souls.

And after a while, he began to crawl toward the swamp.
All the tables were in place, fires burning nearby.
It became clear that everything was empty, there were no people, their trace had disappeared.
Silence reigned in the village, an eerie sight in the moonlight.

Having barely finished listening to this story, the monk gave the boy instructions.
To lead him to the village as soon as dawn touched his eyes.
He had heard of that misfortune, knew of the witch, and again.
It seemed the time had come again to kill evil spirits.