Текст песни Екатерина Болдырева - Колыбельная фландрийской ведьмы

Sleep sweetly, my girl,
Curly my.
In your time you will discover me
All the secrets of being ...
Where the angels fell prostrate,
Knocking the hooves of Satan,
And the dream left from under the eyelashes
Your home country.

The simple warmth of the unity of souls
Only the inn will give.
Sister and brother, wife and husband
Everyone will not share the world.
The palette of bonfires is holy,
They pierce the priests of an unjust court ...
I'll teach you to hide
from them its beauty.

Lord for that wrong court
He brought us to the darkness.
Dashing people will bring
dashing death to him,
On whose forehead lies the seal,
Printing of unspoken thoughts ...
I'll teach you to hide
from them your clear mind.

In you it will wake up, like melancholy,
Holy nature,
And you will fall in love with a simpleton,
And marry him.
And he, naive, to gray hair
Everything will be drunk, everything will be right,
But he will appreciate one
your secret easy temper.

Let him judge you,
What do you say - wormwood! ..
I will teach you everything,
Thanks to what is alive

I will give you the password of that,
who has a friend to every heart,
And all forest craftsmanship
Their skillful hands.
And, maybe, your destiny
predicted will change the course,
When the Flanders come
Your nearest one thousand five hundred
Seventy-first year.

What words! Empty words ...
Cilia are closed only ...
I will teach you everything,
And you will remain alive ...