Марко - ДЕТИ
текст песни

Lovely children, strange children
We ran to the forest with wolf cubs
Than by wood and moonlight
Sleeping at night did not go on a cut
Dreams sang in the way of the manner
Songs of magic rush of lace
The children did not sleep, the children listened
And they went where the moon ordered them

Cunning witches, old witches
at night sometimes they were in no hurry to sleep
Witches learned that arrogant children
took and tamed the moon
Stars dance only those who are younger
Sons ... Talks more strictly here
Whose souls whose skin dried up
who forever blames the witch fate

Cute gobly, kind goblin
We, poor children, help you
Witches learned about our secret
and hold us, poor children, in locked
Ancient forces, powerful forces
Hurry up from prophetic sleep
Sleep is not beautiful, not at all beautiful
since you were asked

Children grew up, became large
The trails forgot in the mysterious forest
Lived like a thousand years before them lived
And they will live more than one hundred years
With them the best guards in the world
Old dogs from the breed of wolf cubs
Yes, this is not a task: capricious children
They don't want to sleep at night