Моей любимой ведьмочке Shadowcat - Ворожея
текст песни

I will spread the night tent
Above the carpet of fell asleep flowers,
I am a sip of a vortex pattern
From the shades of thoughts and words.
The fire will burn brightly
On the border of ringing herbs,
The earth will open the ground,
Having recognized me as a Vorozhey.

Dol and forest will be gloomy
Smoke from the fire will curl,
And the star will fall from heaven
In the bucket of palms made of silver.
I will stretch my vote into the distance -
The moon will pound me in response.
Sadness will fly to the shoulder
Only joy is not like no ...

I will drink a shame of river water,
Jews of the wind with his own from the path.
To save you from trouble
I will weave a conspiracy.
A strand of hair will be cut off with a knife,
I will give it to the fun of the fire -
Who will burn a particle
He recognizes his fate.

Alien line will be stirred up
A scarlet spark pierces my moan ...
A blind hand will draw me
The path back to a distant house.
I am a wreath from the lilies,
Let me go into the clouds of dawn ...
Only that one is lonely in the world
Who cannot say "love."

I don't know how long to wait
To finally start your way ...
But for now - fly away, sadness,
I lead my Vorozhba ...