Lyrics Мельница - Танцуй
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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.
Эй-эй, пока еще жива...
Эй-эй, пока горит трава...
Эй-эй, огонь тебе к лицу...
Танцуй, ведьма, танцуй!
Там, где ведьма, там жито не свячено, кони не подкованы.
Прахом пусть улетает, бродячая, во четыре, ой, стороны.
Как завертит суховеем танец смерти, что иных древней,
Ведьма спляшет, а с верою нашей не справиться да не сладить ей.
Эй-эй, пока еще жива...
Эй-эй, пока горит трава...
Эй-эй, огонь тебе к лицу...
Танцуй, ведьма, танцуй!
Напейся пьяною нашего гнева.
Танцуй! Сегодня ты королева.
Пусть хмель и корица, и змей, и лисица
На первой зарнице прославят сестрицу —
Аллилуйя Огненной Деве!
Как у ведьмы четыре крыла, а и за плечами воздух дрожит.
Нынче ей полыхать синим пламенем, как она горела во лжи.
Нет предела милости огня, и Господь помилует нас,
Чтобы рожь высока родилась, чтобы за зимой вновь была весна.
Эй-эй, пока еще жива...
Эй-эй, пока горит трава...
Эй-эй, огонь тебе к лицу...
Танцуй, ведьма, танцуй!
Like a witch has four wings, a dress to the floor, oh, to the floor.
Twisted nests in its sleeves owls, falcons and quail.
Ay, bad head, foliage in the hair, and hands are red.
Asks for the imp of the blind moon, so that there is no spring over the winter.
Hey hey, still alive ...
Hey hey, while the grass is burning ...
Hey, hey, fire to your face ...
Dance, witch, dance!
Where the witch is, there is no holy living, horses are not shod.
Let the ashes fly away, wandering, in four, oh, sides.
As the death dance turns dry, that of some ancient,
The witch is dancing, but with our faith we cannot cope and cope with her.
Hey hey, still alive ...
Hey hey, while the grass is burning ...
Hey, hey, fire to your face ...
Dance, witch, dance!
Get drunk on our anger.
Dance! Today you are the queen.
Let hops and cinnamon, and snakes, and fox
On the first summer the sister will be glorified -
Hallelujah to the Fire Maiden!
Like a witch, four wings, and behind the shoulders the air trembles.
Today it is blazing blue flame, as she was burning in a lie.
There is no limit to the mercy of fire, and the Lord will have mercy on us,
That rye is high was born, that in the winter again there was a spring.
Hey hey, still alive ...
Hey hey, while the grass is burning ...
Hey, hey, fire to your face ...
Dance, witch, dance!
Twisted nests in its sleeves owls, falcons and quail.
Ay, bad head, foliage in the hair, and hands are red.
Asks for the imp of the blind moon, so that there is no spring over the winter.
Hey hey, still alive ...
Hey hey, while the grass is burning ...
Hey, hey, fire to your face ...
Dance, witch, dance!
Where the witch is, there is no holy living, horses are not shod.
Let the ashes fly away, wandering, in four, oh, sides.
As the death dance turns dry, that of some ancient,
The witch is dancing, but with our faith we cannot cope and cope with her.
Hey hey, still alive ...
Hey hey, while the grass is burning ...
Hey, hey, fire to your face ...
Dance, witch, dance!
Get drunk on our anger.
Dance! Today you are the queen.
Let hops and cinnamon, and snakes, and fox
On the first summer the sister will be glorified -
Hallelujah to the Fire Maiden!
Like a witch, four wings, and behind the shoulders the air trembles.
Today it is blazing blue flame, as she was burning in a lie.
There is no limit to the mercy of fire, and the Lord will have mercy on us,
That rye is high was born, that in the winter again there was a spring.
Hey hey, still alive ...
Hey hey, while the grass is burning ...
Hey, hey, fire to your face ...
Dance, witch, dance!