Singer: Mill

As a witch four wings, the dress to the floor, Oh, to the floor.
Nestling in her sleeves owls, falcons, Yes, quail.
Ah, bad head, in her hair leaves, and red.
Asks the blind demon of the moon, so winter was not spring.

If you understand me too, forget me not remember.

A radio catches only, only your frequency...

Even if you blow all the spiritual ammunition,
To break space and time, I can't go back
Where everything looks strange, my stubborn compass,
Where on thin ice all run your trains...

The right path leads to the pier,
Path circumferentially in the mountains, to the South,
But no road
That led us to each other!

Are seen no socks in the pot or in a tub,
But I look for two mines-frogs,
German helmet, patched coat
And imported food for active dogs
A Spiderman costume and tea with the elephant,
Biggest bottle of excellent wine.
Large greeting card with bouquet and candle
Was discovered in a hole under the stove,
Lipstick, watch, lighter, key chain,
Another pair of elven boots.
And was even found in closet wardrobe
Knows how to be there, dwarf,
Our hobbit found under mountain of pillows
The little book of elven bawdy ditties.
In vintage jewelry box with Irish pattern
There was a flashlight the Night's Watch.
Forgotten someone great bloomers
And ripped the strings from a children's guitar.
Attacked the hobbit evil longing,
He failed to find even a trace of the sock.

Disaster struck in the hole by the river,
Can't find your hobbit socks
Have all wardrobes, chests upside down
And the earth goes round the hole shake.
And a lot of other things he dug up,
While a pair of socks was looking for
But no socks, that's such a trap,
But I look for pants and jackets,
The comb was a Golden foot,
And a couple of great elven boots.
There were seven arms, three of them from Mithril,
Sixteen pieces of fragrant soap
Toy Gandalf the purple coat,
Suspenders - but it's not.

Sleep is in my ears and harder to breathe
And spun wool is not only soft click.
But, why should I right my soul?
If you have her my guest well.

I have warm shoulders and proud speech,
And thorns, candles in the dark high.
My loyalty is kept where dancing lightning
How could you not sought - not reach by hand.

Ringing in the ears and harder to breathe
And spun wool is not only soft silk.

It does not matter what die
It's much more important for what was born.

The burden of freedom master happy
No one ever thought about turning back,
Faster time is running out...

Through the smile of sorrow cast a shadow...

Which is to say we have a trump card - the body or the soul?..