Lyrics Ёль - Волхв

in the ravine near the forest, snow-covered gray hair,
lived the decrepit heir of one of the oldest races,
drank the sun, sang mantras, was wise and lived alone,
which, incidentally, he did not regret nirazu ..

tourists, sometimes wandering, taunted, because
that the townspeople, some old savage ..
he listened to the birds singing and drove to the witches house,
stocked up with firewood, nuts - waited for December ..

drew a circle of protection, held a ceremony
said: "Come soon, the Most High God!"
people from local villages brought children to him,
and he taught them magic, taking into circulation ..

when Mara let the night in, the firmament of heaven
filled with the luminaries of ancestors that went up,
he knew one secret - he was not afraid of death,
taking off his clothes, went to the forest, spoke the dialect of foxes ..

a little later came atheists from cities,
they said: "we’ll build factories, they say, here and here,
from the huts to apartments we will settle all the elderly,
and also, they say, you need nitrate, gas and fuel oil ..

here's Coca-Cola and sodium benzoate,
here are newspapers, radio and the Internet,
now you are not people - you are now the electorate,
in your village there’s no culture at all .. "

and then an incomprehensible batch went on,
under the gaggle of the crowd tumbled down Perun the idol ..

since then the gray-haired sorcerer has forever gone into the forest,
since then no one has ever seen him again ..

Posted by: Pavel Broskikh
Reads: Olga Petrova