Текст песни Fort Royal - Ловите ведьму

Catch the witch

(A. Avdeyev)

Tribe people the truth breathes fumes.
Witch is not sleeping, cooking broth navih charms.
As with a heavy wax candles,
Truth pours poison into the brain.

Truth is one, but it is not available,
In the search for me, but in front of me a wall.
Someone wants to cover up a lie,
He wants to poison the truth.

Catch the witch - Hey!
Stop bickering!
Finish her place -
Bring on the fire!
Dark spirit and proud temper
Fire cured, so be it.
Then we'll see who was right.

Broken peace in the hearts of confusion and pain.
Truth - the voice - as if calling for themselves,
But not everyone can understand
How do they live, and not to lie.

Catch the witch - Hey!
Stop bickering!
Finish her place -
Bring on the fire!
Dark spirit and proud temper
Fire cured, so be it.
Then we'll see who was right.

Hey, who is not with us,
So, against us.
Only once lied,
But for the umpteenth time.

Who is calling from a dream,
There circle the wall.