Текст песни Шаман - Надо мне сыскать колдуна-оленя

I curve the needle with a needle,
Sun over the lake
Swam in the fog with fresh blood
Among the blue milk.
Crying wolves behind the distant hills,
Know, it's in the fall.
In the camp they are echoed by huskies howling,
Deer have red horns.

He's a sorcerer, he's a lead, he's a shaman, he's cursed.
Itself in three worlds.
Under his foot dances stones,
Or a tambourine in my chest?
Soon snow, soon ice, soon on the hunt
For a deer about the seven horns.
From the spit, seven inches, maiden, give me -
Oh, cut it, look,
A bowstring you make me sleep!

As the transparent cold was blowing the north,
He said the words:
"As the sun does not remember the earth in the winter,
So do not remember it to me. "
I smoked fish with St. John's wort -
Sing, the odoof grass!
Signs I drew on it with an arrow,
Oh, yes, hot,
The name of the forbidden!

Forget the first sunset,
For him you will forget the second,
Dogs will eat fish,
Mix the bones with ash.
And the days are shorter than the nights,
And the spit grows,
And huskies are torn from chains,
And in their eyes - the heavens.
Laiki feel a trace,
Bloody, like spindle grass,
Reindeer wild reindeer
It rushes into the scarlet dawn.
In the fog, sticky, like blood,
It dissolves again,
And the sun between seven,
Seven bloody horns!

Are not my dogs driven by you, the shaman,
Towards winter?
Are you yourself a devoted person,
Onion and string?
Before the night fog falls
In the snowy hills,
I need to find a deer sorcerer,
Oh, unlucky!
Just remember the name of his forbidden-
Once again he will become a shaman,
Between the seven horns the name is hidden -
Will again be in front of me,
Like a leaf in front of the grass!