Lyrics Александр Щербина - Романс колдуньи
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... так на что же надеялся ты, когда двери мои отворив,
ты проник за начала обрядов, творимых руками моими,
отравив свою грудь сладким дымом сжигаемых трав колдовских,
навсегда забывая тебе наречённое имя...
... и о чем же ты просишь теперь, если, губы сжигая свои,
ты склонился над древнею чашей, таящей любовное пламя,
может быть, ты решил, это зелье – вино, и оно опьянит,
что ж, ты знаешь теперь, что оно не пьянит – убивает.
... ты наверно бы всё объяснил, если б только умел говорить,
но единственный внятный язык в этом храме – язык заклинаний,
пусть хранит тебя Божия Матерь, когда я начну ворожить,
своё ложе любви превращая в алтарь для закланий...
... для закланий таких же, таких же как ты, безнадежных слепцов,
возомнивших себя – кто рабом моим, кто господином...
если можешь уйти – уходи, но страшись заглянуть мне в лицо:
там, как смерть, застывает всё то, что тебе не по силам...
... so what were you hoping for when you opened my doors,
you have penetrated the beginnings of the rituals performed by my hands,
poisoning his chest with the sweet smoke of burnt witch herbs,
forever forgetting your name ...
... and what are you asking now if, burning your lips,
you leaned over the ancient cup, melting the flame of love,
maybe you decided, this potion is wine, and it will intoxicate,
Well, you know now that it does not get drunk - it kills.
... you probably would have explained everything, if only I could speak,
but the only intelligible language in this temple is the language of spells,
May the Mother of God keep you when I start to revive,
turning his love bed into an altar for slaughter ...
... for the slaughter of the same, like you, hopeless blind people,
who imagined themselves - who is my slave, who is the master ...
if you can leave - go away, but be afraid to look into my face:
there, like death, freezes everything that you can not do ...
you have penetrated the beginnings of the rituals performed by my hands,
poisoning his chest with the sweet smoke of burnt witch herbs,
forever forgetting your name ...
... and what are you asking now if, burning your lips,
you leaned over the ancient cup, melting the flame of love,
maybe you decided, this potion is wine, and it will intoxicate,
Well, you know now that it does not get drunk - it kills.
... you probably would have explained everything, if only I could speak,
but the only intelligible language in this temple is the language of spells,
May the Mother of God keep you when I start to revive,
turning his love bed into an altar for slaughter ...
... for the slaughter of the same, like you, hopeless blind people,
who imagined themselves - who is my slave, who is the master ...
if you can leave - go away, but be afraid to look into my face:
there, like death, freezes everything that you can not do ...