Текст песни Иллет - Ведьма

When the month over the forest from the cold coils
When a star falls from the sky like a frozen bird
Tighten the dreary song under the hill
Bone pipe, bone pipe

And the witch comes out of the hill
With a beater bone in his left hand
With bone bone in the right hand
And she goes to the smell of bread

And behind her go to the bone call
Seven ancient gray wolves
Go, leaving no traces in the snow
And their eyes are red and without pupils.

And the witch bypasses against the sun my yard
And a bony hand tries constipation on the gate.
And whistles on his bone bone
Causes-calls my children.

I'll take a knife in my right hand
I will take my sharp iron knife
I'll take my cold iron knife -
Witch, witch, do not touch my children!

I'll take fire in my left hand,
I will squeeze the fire out of the hearth into my palm
I will go around the courtyard -
Witch, witch, do not touch my children!

At dawn when the rooster crows
Its witchcraft
And leave, in the snow without leaving a trace
And her bone bone will shut up

Redden the sky like an apple side
Go to sleep, my daughter, sleep, my son
In the sky slowly melts the ice of the moon.
At dawn, the sweetest dreams ...