Lyrics Саша Кладбище - Самайновая
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Говорила мать, говорила мне сестра,
Не ходи ты в лес, ох, милый, не части,
В темень не иди да за круг огня костра,
С шеи не снимай амулет от нечисти!
Чтобы нежить душу твою не коверкала
Чтобы ведьма не прибрала тебя к рукам,
Не смотри в осколки разбитого зеркала,
Никогда не верь болотным огонькам!
Дома не бросай, да лишнего не ищи,
Двери запирай, и молись, и запомни ты:
Не ходи один к перекрестку в полуночи,
Берегись тех, кто зовет из темноты!
За порогом бродит в тумане старуха-смерть,
Тёмен ее плащ и коса её остра,
Главное в лицо ее мертвое не смотреть,
Говорила мать, говорила мне сестра.
За порогом скалит упырь свои клыки,
Когти на руках – и глаза его белы,
Говорила мать, закрывая все замки,
Вторила сестра, и крестила все углы.
Ни ногой из дома, сиди, читай Завет,
Жди, чтобы петух на рассвете прокричал.
Говорила мать – но молчал я ей в ответ,
Вторила сестра, я и ей в ответ молчал.
Солнце закатилось, не скор его восход,
Заперты все окна и двери на засов,
Выхожу бесшумно через дымоход,
Слыша волчий вой и Охоты дикой зов.
В темноте бегу, без пути и дороги я,
Через лес, трясину, и кладбища, и поля,
На моих ногах – грязь болотная, вязкая!
Под ногтями кровь – и черная земля.
Духом из трясин, белоглазым упырем,
Синим огоньком, волком и нетопырем,
Я вернусь домой, я успею до утра!
Не волнуйся, мать, не тревожься, моя сестра.
My mother said, my sister told me,
Do not go to the forest, oh, darling, not parts,
In the dark, do not go beyond the circle of the fire of the fire,
From the neck do not remove the amulet from evil spirits!
To indulge your soul is not distorted
So that the witch does not tidy you up,
Do not look into the shards of a broken mirror,
Never believe in marsh lights!
Do not give up at home, do not look for excess,
Do the doors lock, and pray, and remember you:
Do not go alone to the crossroads at midnight,
Beware of those who are calling out of the darkness!
Behind the threshold, the old woman is wandering about in the fog, death,
The darkness of her cloak and her scythe is sharp,
The main thing in her face is not to look dead,
My mother used to say, my sister told me.
Behind the threshold, the ghouls gape their fangs,
Claws on his hands - and his eyes are white,
The mother spoke, closing all the locks,
Sister reared, and baptized all corners.
No foot from the house, sit, read the Covenant,
Wait for the cock to shout at dawn.
My mother spoke - but I said nothing to her,
My sister repeated, and I also did not answer.
The sun has set, its sunrise is not fast,
Locked all the windows and doors on the bolt,
I leave silently through the chimney,
Hearing a wolf howling and hunting a wild call.
In the darkness I run, without way and dearly I,
Through the forest, the quagmire, and the cemeteries, and the fields,
On my feet - marsh mud, sticky!
Under the fingernails is blood and black earth.
The spirit of the bogs, the white-eyed ghoul,
Blue flame, wolf and bat,
I'll be home before the morning!
Do not worry, mother, do not worry, my sister.
Do not go to the forest, oh, darling, not parts,
In the dark, do not go beyond the circle of the fire of the fire,
From the neck do not remove the amulet from evil spirits!
To indulge your soul is not distorted
So that the witch does not tidy you up,
Do not look into the shards of a broken mirror,
Never believe in marsh lights!
Do not give up at home, do not look for excess,
Do the doors lock, and pray, and remember you:
Do not go alone to the crossroads at midnight,
Beware of those who are calling out of the darkness!
Behind the threshold, the old woman is wandering about in the fog, death,
The darkness of her cloak and her scythe is sharp,
The main thing in her face is not to look dead,
My mother used to say, my sister told me.
Behind the threshold, the ghouls gape their fangs,
Claws on his hands - and his eyes are white,
The mother spoke, closing all the locks,
Sister reared, and baptized all corners.
No foot from the house, sit, read the Covenant,
Wait for the cock to shout at dawn.
My mother spoke - but I said nothing to her,
My sister repeated, and I also did not answer.
The sun has set, its sunrise is not fast,
Locked all the windows and doors on the bolt,
I leave silently through the chimney,
Hearing a wolf howling and hunting a wild call.
In the darkness I run, without way and dearly I,
Through the forest, the quagmire, and the cemeteries, and the fields,
On my feet - marsh mud, sticky!
Under the fingernails is blood and black earth.
The spirit of the bogs, the white-eyed ghoul,
Blue flame, wolf and bat,
I'll be home before the morning!
Do not worry, mother, do not worry, my sister.