Тим Скоренко - Мальчишка Крабат
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Our miller sits at the gate.
Clubster, clabuster, claboom!
The worker is coming from home.
Clubster, clabuster, claboom!
Dancing, playing, going crazy, a blizzard is winding,
The Black Forest is covered with cold and furious snow,
But the Kozelbruch mill grinds in frost and blizzard,
The villagers are silent, the headman looks apprehensively.
And the mill grinds, and grinds, and grinds,
Apprentices scurry around, carry bags,
The water knows neither frost nor shallows,
Pushing the millstone, the ice crushes into pieces.
And the Master is silent, he does not know refusal:
After all, every word is an indisputable law,
And the right eye is tied with black velvet,
And in the left, a cold fire burns.
And only when tired Friday comes,
Black crows flock to the Master's room,
And the master will famously pay for the work with apprentices,
Reading them white lines from a black stockbook.
And the mill grinds on a December night,
The moon pours silver over the Black Forest,
The Boss will come - today for sure,
On a hat flashing a rooster feather.
And the Master, bowing before the lord of hell,
Carries bags like a simple student,
Not visible under the hat of a stern face,
Known to all from magical books.
Come on, spin, spin, spin, spin, wheel!
Come on, spin, spin, spin, spin the millstones!
Come on, push-push-push on the scales,
I hear a voice from afar, Krabat boy!
He is cheerful, blooms with beauty,
Clubster, clabuster, claboom!
And the miller is angry and gloomy!
Clubster, clabuster, claboom!
Easter girls walk along the narrow streets,
Magic songs are sung with lovely voices,
And if some drunk accidentally sticks his head in,
That will, of course, be mercilessly beaten by the brides.
And the mill grinds the spring slush,
Apprentices sing "clubster-klabum"
Singer, don't you dare, golden-haired, cry,
Your curl, I know, will change fate.
And the master does not remember the sad Tonda,
Clutching the blackened blade in my hand,
And the snow turns to dirty water
And sticks to your feet like a homeless puppy.
And the Sun flows, spills, spreads, spins,
A golden earring shines in the wanderer's left ear,
But it is unlikely that the Koselbruch mill will shelter him:
The Master of vagabonds does not favor, pours abuse on them so

That the mill grinds, blushing at the same time,
Michal is worried, Krabat is gloomy,
Andrush is serious, Merten is worried,
And Lyshko unleashes angry dogs.
Fly, run away through the mountains, undergrowth,
Wherever you run, you will run here,
A one-eyed eagle is watching from the sky,
A one-eyed mouse is watching from a mink.
Come on, spin, spin, spin, spin, wheel!
Come on, spin, spin, spin, spin the millstones!
Come on, push-push-push on the scales,
I hear a voice from afar, Krabat boy!
He is brave and will find help!
Clubster, clabuster, claboom!
He will settle accounts with the miller!
Clubster, clabuster, claboom!
On Christmas night Singer dressed in white
He will come and announce, I want, they say, to see the miller.
And a master with a cold face, bloodless, chalky
In his hearts he will curse his journeyman-traitor.
What do you want, tell me girl
Go, groom, if he is still alive:
Black-winged birds do not sit on poles,
Which one is yours - point to it!
Pevunya turns pale, but there is nothing to do,
Walks fearlessly along the black row,
If you tremble with your soul, you will lose your body,
After all, the master, as before, stands at the gate.
Afraid to look at the girl and stares to the side,
Heavenly choirs play discordant "Ameno" ...
Without looking, Singer will point to the faithful raven,
The mill will collapse at night, engulfed in flames.
Darkness is replaced by a cheerful "Clubaster! .."
And hides in moon caves