FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNI - 2 Ведьма - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"Who's there?" - the old woman shouted,

Coughing dully into the knocking answer.

“Let us stay for the night, grandma

We have lost our way, we will die forever.”

Unmerciful after grumbling

Travelers of three Christian men

I put everyone in different places

“So that the soul can be calmer.”

Having examined the wicker walls Hide/show

stable

Khoma the philosopher, kicking a pig in the face,

Fall asleep on your side so you can come back,

But suddenly the door opened into the barn...

“Witch, witch! Old witch!

E-ge-ge! On my hump!”

The forest stretches, black as coal.

The moon struck like a sickle into the darkness.

“Like this, grandma, pushing me to the sides,

The devil beats and beats the broom.

And like the supreme horse along the edge

Having left the farm, I plow through the darkness!

No, quite an old nag!

Isis Satan! Isis!” –

Spells flowed and flowed from Khoma's lips.

The witch weakened, the rider wilted.

And at the same moment the philosopher on his back

Like lightning he immediately jumped up to the old one.

“Hey, go ahead, my raven!

Now you'll get it, bastard, jump! ”

And grabbing the dear log,

He tried his best to decide for the old woman.

She spewed wild cries,

Having fallen to the ground, moaning: “I can’t!”

“Oh, my God!... What a devilry!”

The girl is clear, wow!”

No, not a witch lay before him,

And the beauty has eyes full of tears.

Pity, trepidation, excitement, fear

They took possession of Khomoy unfortunately,

He started to run with all his might

In Kyiv, far from the Devil's farm!

But death is hard to escape.

That beauty was not considered to be poor.

Her father lives on gold,

And she is only one daughter.

I returned beaten from a walk,

I barely have the strength to walk.

At death she expressed her will

About departure from the three-day prayer.

And so that it is not the priest who reads them,

And from the seminary the husband is a scientist,

His name is Brutus, Khoma the philosopher.

“Your will, beloved daughter.”

There are no quarrels and beyond words.

The rector said, please go.

And the cart rushed home.

They tied up Khoma to take him to the farm.

“Well, answer me, how did you know

With my daughter, good scientist?!” –

The centurion asked Khoma Brutus.

“No, I didn’t know her, by God.

I live with the ladies as long as I live

I haven’t had any business yet.”

“But why did reading become a fate?

You specifically, and not someone else?”

“God knows how to interpret this

“Everything else comes to mind.”

“No, aren’t you lying to me, philosopher?”

“Let it clap if I’m lying to you like thunder.”

“If only for a moment

If only you could live longer, my dear,” -

The centurion said these sad words:

“It’s true that I would know everything.”

“Don’t let anyone read from me, but send the tattoo, immediately to the Kyiv Seminary and bring the student Khoma Brut. Let him pray for three nights for my sinful soul. He knows…"

“But what does she know, she didn’t have time,

My dear love, tell me,

But according to her will, you are a philosopher

Express your desire to celebrate!

If you do the job, you will be gifted,

I'll fill your pockets full of money,

And not even the devil himself

I don’t advise you to spoil the sir!!”