As a witch four wings, and behind the air shaking. To-day it blaze blue flames, as she burned in lies. There is no limit to the mercy of fire, and the Lord will have mercy on us, To rye high was born, to for winter again was spring.
As a witch four wings, and behind the air shaking. To-day it blaze blue flames, as she burned in lies. There is no limit to the mercy of fire, and the Lord will have mercy on us, To rye high was born, to for winter again was spring.
Get drunk drunk our anger. Dance! Today you're the Queen. Let hops and cinnamon, and snakes, and Fox At the first lightning glorify sister - Hallelujah To The Fiery Virgin!
Как у ведьмы четыре крыла, платье до пола, ой, до пола. Свили гнезда в ее рукавах совы, соколы да перепела. Ай, дурная голова, в волосах листва, и руки красны. Просит беса незрячей луны, чтобы за зимой не было весны.
