Текст песни Крит - Ведьма

Let's meet on the roof of the purple sunset,
There, where the howling trumpets shy spirits
There, where the waves of the radio confidently rustle.
But the sky was dark - it is again not in the spirit!
Look, my hands pierce the atmosphere,
And give the sky unseen fingers paint!
Eyes open, and let them all take for granted,
And you swallow a whirlwind in the alternative dance!

I am a witch! I miraculously passed the sacred fires.
Get out of the darkness! I open the windows to parallel worlds.

Remember this hour, ballet on the tiles,
When a cut lip ice sparkle teeth
And should come together today connect,
But instead of kissing her mouth you catch a dust!
Trembling heart hit the wall.
Now - the fire, and tomorrow everything will be lost in the fog.
As long as the will of a higher power is unchangeable to us,
We see the world, such as say the spell.