Текст песни ЛИХО - Мороки

For seven roads
Wandered hassle,
Witch, hailed
Night noises.
Behind clatter
Bone zazvonitsey,
From the ravine groaned wench young women.

Chorus
Do not be silent, downcast,
Cuts prompt flesh,
Seven times the way,
Then came the snub-nosed.

Beware of ferocious,
Savings, do not be afraid,
Thrice spit between his legs,
From the puddle wash.
Turn west,
Star cast out of their sockets
Feral paws
And you do not want - Sgin!

Bitter Tea wormwood herb,
From drugoy- strong tube,
In the clouds floating head
And heaven saucer.
Where is the word - there are seven
On twine strung
On the crown of the wind to the ground
All hang up a single.