ГРАЙ - Колодец
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From well water
Dead eyes look a haze.
Down to the bottom, lead traces of that
that she took the soul.

Dreaming a pale brow,
Sticks sticky fear - drying the throat -
The name is scorched by him
Scarlet followed in his arms.

Drinks cold from the well
Black mourning water,
And on booming walls
Ice leaves the darkness of trouble.

I sorted my husband with a spitter,
Yes, to the well drove.
In the heart, the viscious blade was thrust,
Yes, in the well drowned.
I saw a month through the gray fogs
From a sickle bloody wounds.
The surge of the night silence violated,
He let the body go the soul.

Vechor in the meadow Yes, everything was walking,
The roots were collected;
Collected the veche with evil roots,
I went to the dark river;
Those roots of soap, washed
Cleanly in the river;
And how was it washing the roots,
Dry dry dry;
Distributing evil roots,
Smallly eagerly washed;
Madly erased evil roots,
Yes, and welded poison.