Poems: English ballad
Music: Potanin
Alison Gros see something scary.
Fierce witch - Alison Gross .
She lured me into the tower ,
Or maybe brought me unclean .
It landed on his knees ,
And the voice of the witch was insinuating :
" Oh, how I will reward you ,
If you loved me . "
Purple cloak , like a flame bright,
She showed , teasing :
" Oh, I do not poskuplyus on gifts ,
And you, handsome , love me . "
" Begone , witch! Get out !
Others catch the bait !
Nor a year , nor in the night
You can not buy my love ! "
Gave me a silk shirt
Pearls on the collar shined on it .
" Oh, you caress me , poor thing ,
And be with me ponezhney . "
Then he brought a golden cup ,
Shone bowl in the daylight.
"Your house I gold decorated
And you, handsome , love me . "
" Begone , witch! Get out !
Others catch the bait !
Nor a year , nor in the night
You can not buy my love ! "
Three times she turned round
Blow the green horn .
Moon vowed he would kill me
Before I'll go over the threshold .
She muttered dashing words
She was spinning faster and faster ,
And now my head is dizzy ,
I stepped to the witch - and fell in front of her .
So I was ugly worm.
By oak branch I crawl .
Visit me in the woods deaf
Meyzri comes , my sister.
She rubs me the silver comb
And shed streams of tears,
But it is better to climb trees,
Than kissing Alison Gros .
IGN translation . Ivanovo
