The string is leisurely
Dutifully moved in dense snow
They had no choice
Night, Kholdryzh and I will guard every step
I'm not a monster, but I have to provoke so
So to and to seek my life, losing your life!
And here is the result: how winter passes
They will destroy each other
I have prepared for everything, as for me, good
Sober, attentive, tightly armed
At night, so that the pedestrian does not see
Having made a binding circle
I bought the old chapel in the forest from the city and converted to prison
So even the hell or spirit will not run out of it
On the doors her copper bolt, ascetic hall
A rectangle, in it a bodybuilder, a gluttonous
With them is a policeman and a lawless man, there is an eunuch and a hero lover
Smarty with treasurer, scandalist and quiet
Adept and confessor, fan of entertainment
And eternal bore, recluse, the only one who is here at home
There is a stern of food a whole basement
In barrels from under Roma Key water
There is a log with brushwood and firewood, and
New fire, the other day I checked it
Winter there is the same company
Fate promises a cheerful result, and I will return around March
Where you slide at the feet, only for a couple of minutes
To play them in the minor and I will not be calm
I have long been not a limp, toothless meek rabbit
I chose the path of revenge and pain
Now I'm your demon in madness
We will be familiar! But don't even shout, you don't help you
And don't wait for visitors on a polar night
You are disgusting literally in everything
Word, every feature, like an ugly offspring
Even the screamer will not gnaw your flesh
He would not take it for nothing and a piece
The smell of a stench and evil poured you through
I seriously carry you
Well, what is the use of standing idle?
I left you something lightly leaving
Fishing knife, on the table dining on the hilt on the handle
It will be a glorious winter
I will melt the fireplace, I'll sit on the bed
Disputes, ambitions, envy, consumption
It remains only to winter
I now seem to be happy
I will melt the fireplace, I'll sit on the bed
Disputes, ambitions, envy, consumption
It remains only to winter
I now seem to be happy
