Иллет - Ведьма
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When a month over the forest from the cauldron will be killed by a ball
When a star falls from the sky with the sky
Tighten a dreary song under the hill
Bone coupon, bone dud

And comes out of the hill witch
With a beater bone in the hand of the left
With bone duddy in hand
And she goes on the smell of bread

And behind it goes to bone call
Seven ancient gray wolves
Go in the snow without leaving traces
And they have red eyes and without pupils.

And bypass witch against the sun my yard
And the bony hand tries on the gate constipation.
And whistles on the dude bone his
Causes-launches my children.

I will take a knife into my right hand
I'll take my sharp iron knife
I will take my cold iron knife -
Witch, witch, my children are not trying!

I will take fire to my left hand,
I'll snap from the fire in the palm,
I'll go around the courtyard.
Witch, Witch, My children are not tricious!

At dawn, when the rooster is processed
Crushed her witchcraft
And leaves, in the snow, not leaving the trace
And her bone dud

Sluts the sky like an apple side
Fall asleep, my daughter, sleep, my son
In the sky slowly melts ice moon.
At dawn, the sweetest dreams ...