Lyrics Ведан Колод - Заговор от нечистых сил
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Я отгоняю от тебя нечистые силы,
напасти и всякое зло тридевятью силами,
тридевятью лешими.
Сотрешься как старый месяц,
засохнешь как болотный тростник.
Иди на боры, на леса, на сухие корни,
куда не дойдет человек, ни одно существо.
Где тебе птица не допоет,
курица не докудахчет,
сорока не дострекочет,
ворона не докаркает,
собака не долает,
бык не домычит.
Там тебе будет как можно лучше, всё крепче,
там тебе будет очень хорошо, всё щедрее.
Иди по морскому берегу,
неси стальной меч в руке,
разруби верет,
верет бежит в глубокое море,
в глубокий морской песок,
в глубокие камни,
там ты приди, нитку крути.
Я отгоняю от тебя нечистые силы,
напасти и всякое зло
тридевятью силами, тридевятью лешими.
Сотрёшься как старый месяц,
засохнешь как болотный тростник.
I drive away impure forces from you,
misfortune and all evil by the forces of the end,
end of the forest.
You'll wipe yourself out like an old month,
you will wither like a swamp reed.
Go to the forests, to the forests, to dry roots,
where no man will reach, not one being.
Where the bird does not finish drinking,
the chicken does not pile,
magpie will not gag,
the crow does not dock,
the dog does not finish,
The bull does not finish.
There you will be as good as possible, ever stronger,
there you will be very good, more generous.
Go along the seashore,
carrying a steel sword in his hand,
cutting of spindles,
the spirals flee into the deep sea,
in deep sea sand,
in deep stones,
there you come, twist the thread.
I drive away impure forces from you,
misfortune and all evil
trudevyatyu forces, trudevjatyu lesshim.
You will erase like an old month,
you will wither like a swamp reed.
misfortune and all evil by the forces of the end,
end of the forest.
You'll wipe yourself out like an old month,
you will wither like a swamp reed.
Go to the forests, to the forests, to dry roots,
where no man will reach, not one being.
Where the bird does not finish drinking,
the chicken does not pile,
magpie will not gag,
the crow does not dock,
the dog does not finish,
The bull does not finish.
There you will be as good as possible, ever stronger,
there you will be very good, more generous.
Go along the seashore,
carrying a steel sword in his hand,
cutting of spindles,
the spirals flee into the deep sea,
in deep sea sand,
in deep stones,
there you come, twist the thread.
I drive away impure forces from you,
misfortune and all evil
trudevyatyu forces, trudevjatyu lesshim.
You will erase like an old month,
you will wither like a swamp reed.