Текст песни чернокнижник сауроныч
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
"You've been identified, right!" I'm just a poet,
I did not seek fame, I did not scold God's light,
I'm a wanderer, and I do not look like a sword.
To no avail my rusty knife!
I did not touch wine, listened to birds and foliage,
And I would never learn to teach witchcraft!
The old raincoat is torn, and in the pocket is a hole,
And the crows crowed to me that I would die until the morning . & quot;
Do not be cunning, warlock! You are known as the Devil!
In the most pitiful of the huts your songs are honored.
You bathed in poison and flew at night,
And you have the right to order both to beasts and swords!
You and the girls are beautiful, and fierce enemies
I was bewitched by the power of my oaths!
Wait, wait for the judge's sentence,
And then you will laugh with an aspen in your chest! .. & quot;
What should I swear on them? "" The guards fell into the dust!
The shackles on their wrists split like rot.
The horse was blacker than the soot, ran into my call,
Let them count - it does not matter - to the legion of thieves!
Let the pursuit, and the whip behind the back whistle!
On the steppe, like the wind, I'm flying to the sunset! .
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