Церера - Шабаш - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, my dear little man. Do you feel how you get deeper in the swamp with every new day? All your stubble is worse, your speech is more and more inaudible, the feeder holds more and more strongly, beckoning more and more persistently in your pig?

But today at midnight you can again find a human appearance.

I tell you, a free witch.

Chorus:

Today at midnight

Square brooms

With a fair wind

We fly to the Sabbath.

You will drop the skin

You will become a victim

But wake up

How are we free.

Look, inquisitors-goals

Bonfires make bonfires for us,

Conjure to return to the herd,

But all the witches of the bald mountain,

Laughing in the midnight whirlwind,

Worlds open to you.

Inquisitors were filled

In front of the charms of the bald mountain.

Chorus.

Swinopasis in despair Rada

Scatter bonfires on coals.

You will no longer return to the herd

All the wizards of the bald mountain

They circle next night.

And you will come out, believe me - so it is necessary! -

Winner from the game.

Chorus.

"The face of the venerable lower tenant brought into a patch, and the arms and legs were with hooves ... /.../

- I demand the return of my normal appearance! - Suddenly, Borov sneaked frantically, - I do not intend to fly to an illegal gathering! .. "(M.A. Bulgakov" Master and Margarita ")

Chorus.