Annisel Grimman - Лихо
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Don't hang your hands off the bench
They are waiting from below - yes, their grip is tenacious
Name in the darkness - do not respond
First call - don't answer
Don't look under the fabric at the faces
Since there are glares on the floor
Two in the house, three covered
Four legs, two hooves
Dashing, dashing, dashing
If you are silent, then quietly
The land does not breathe from us
The trail follows - but not with your feet
Don't touch the bread on the table at night
Someone didn't eat it with you
If the candles flow upward
The dead live in the house
Don't step into the ashes of the furnace
There are traces of someone we don’t know
If its shutter is on fire
The heat knows your name
Dashing, dashing, dashing
When you simmer, do it quietly
Corpse heat under the sleeves
Our flame burns with darkness
Don't look out the window towards dawn
There are devils in the yard
There is no wind and the noise of the branches
So they walk among people
Don't go to the water from the shadows
Where are the bushes without reflections
When the ripples go in circles
Someone is walking under your feet
Dashing, dashing, dashing
If you don't see, then quietly
Coals roasting under the snow
The stench is under the gates
If the name is dropped in the night
The name will be accepted and remembered
One called - two echoed
This means there is no living thing nearby
Don't take gifts without invitation
The payment follows the words
If you sit first, they will sit next to you
Who is from the shadows - but not all right
Dashing, dashing, dashing
If you humble yourself, then quietly
Decay lies under the images
Falsehood dances over the coals
I gave my word but didn’t ask
I shook my hand but didn’t see it
The door itself is open
There's darkness hidden behind it
Didn't hold - you were held
I didn’t recognize you - they recognized you
Didn't ask - the answer is ready
Dashing loves fools
Dashing, dashing, dashing
If you don't call - quietly
Lad rots under boots
If you are wrong with us
Dashing, dashing, dashing
If you don't call - quietly
Lad rots under boots
If you are wrong with us