ТЕКСТЫ Landser

[Гость Landser]

Крутобл. !!! талант не пропьешь )

скоро записывать новогоднюю хотим в электричестве)

[WingsofDarkness]

Beldame

In the dark a beldame did the magic to amuse herself

In seven hills in seven hands where the moon is round, white and full

In the dark Wednesday and in daytime Saturday, but in the morning dewy Friday

Witched herself youth, stole herself merriness

The blood of a newborn unchristened burned on a dry willow

There was a bear eye and the honey Savior

Black candle, smoke from cradle

And a circle is drawn and the names of amies

Altar is inside and some amber there

 

Bowl is full of heath, the plait is young

Tsarist vodka splash and some dew with it

A mirror's hanging round the neck with her face in it

And a silver lock, youth come back

Ask the night from the darkness herself

Forty years back to reverse yourself

Drank koknar, poppy brew

And lay down on her own bed

 

After month in May she woke up at last

And was youg again

In the dark Wednesday and in daytime Saturday, but in the morning dewy Friday