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Edelweiss

I was watching that strange dream again
where flowers grow among the ruins
I was watching that strange dream again
your will is my law
 
edelweiss
dies in your arms
edelweiss
dies in your arms
edelweiss
the world is enveloped in pain
edelweiss
your will is my law
 
edelweiss
the world is enveloped in pain
edelweiss
 
pain enveloped the world through white spots on the skin
and their lying faces
 
pain enveloped the world through white spots on the skin
and their lying faces
and their lying faces
and their lying faces
and their lying faces
 
pain enveloped the world through white spots on the skin
and their lying faces
and their lying faces
and their lying faces
and their lying faces
 

The Witch

She hasn't told a word yet,
That a soul would be ensnared with a strong net
And you haven't seen dreams yet,
Where passion is like a dance with death.
You are free to go, for now, my friend
Route your path anywhere you like
But by forgetting other paths
You play with fire and catch her look
 
Don't look the witch in the eye
You will lose your mind
Don't look the witch in the eye
You don't know yet
That her tales are all lie
That her tenderness is a trap
Don't look the witch in the eye
You will lose your life
Don't look the witch in the eye
You don't understand:
She will cloud you with her magic
And she will take you down
Her dark heart.
Loves no-one.
 
A necklace shines on her thin neck,
Crystals are shining their wicked glare,
It keeps well the souls of those
Who hurt the witch.
While this mad world is spinning,
While loyalty and wisdom are so unstable
The witch's ruby, diamond, emerald, and sapphire
Won't ever leave her.
 
Don't look the witch in the eye
You will lose your mind
Don't look the witch in the eye
You don't know yet
That her tales are all lie
That her tenderness is a trap
Don't look the witch in the eye
You will lose your life
Don't look the witch in the eye
You don't understand:
You'll be deprived of your soul
By the spellful bonds
And it will spark
In her jewel.
 
She hasn't told a word yet...
 

The Witch And The Donkey

When I was a child, a Gypsy foretold me that,
should I fall deeply in love, I would be my sweetheart's bane.
I would not forgive his betrayal and exact a cruel revenge on him.
I would, out of anger rather than on purpose, turn him into a donkey.
Hee-haw...
 
He was a real sweet guy, only why did he have to cheat on me?
That's when it all started: the prophecy came true.
I suddenly lost my self-control, and the poor guy
started moaning, as a grey mane grew on him.
Hee-haw...
 
A witch I am, ah, a witch,
and my life is not an easy one.
I'm endowed with great power
but my love is doomed to failure.
 
My sweetheart remained with me all the time.
He would follow on my heels everywhere.
I sometimes noticed how the poor thing suffered
and, feeling for him, allowed him to graze1.
Hee-haw...
 
I would have wanted to restore my darling's shape.
I did all I could, I did my best, but to no avail.
He would stomp his hooves, scream his donkey screams
and wave his tail: he wanted to be human again.
Hee-haw...
 
A witch I am, ah, a witch,
and my life is not an easy one.
I'm endowed with great power
but my love is doomed to failure.
 
As he realized he was bound till the end of his days
to suffer as a donkey under my custody,
in the end he hastened his own demise.
Was it something he drank or ate? Anyway, the poor guy died.
Hee-haw...
 
A witch I am, ah, a witch,
and my life is not an easy one.
I'm endowed with great power
but my love is doomed to failure.
 
(You witch!) Ah, I'm a witch,
and my life is not an easy one.
I'm endowed with great power
but my love is doomed to failure.
 

• 1. 'put him into a pasture'

Toss a coin to your Witcher]

When modest bard rested after work he's done
With Geralt of Rivia this song he sung.
 
With lofty devil the White Wolf fought till death
The cohorts of elves, he ripped apart, were countless.
 
They crawled from behind, though it's shame and disgrace
They broke my lute and rearranged my face.
 
That devil aimed its horn straight into my eye
And then the Witcher shouted ' Your time has come to die!'
 
Toss a coin to your Witcher, minted coin, minted coin,
Toss a coin to your Witcher, it will be all credited to you!
 
And though, to the end of the world he is ready to go
To destroy all the monsters, to kill all the foes
 
Over distant mountain pass he drove all the elves
High over the mountains for eternal rest
 
He doesn't hit the brow, but the eye, he was wounded, but survived
He is a friend to people, he always on our side
 
Why this animosity, I don't get all this fuss
He is defending us, so, fill up his glass!
 
Toss a coin to your Witcher, minted coin, minted coin,
Toss a coin to your Witcher, it will be all credited to you!
 
Anatoli Trojanowski

Burnt witch

On my knees, in front of the altar,
I stand, my breast blazing with fire.
The inverted cross of Lucifer
Is hanging on the wall.
You left me for the world beyond,
It's a shame that you aren't next to me.
You're blazing now without me,
In the hot fire of Hell.
 
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she burnt down in the flames.1
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she was burnt on the bonfire.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
These sanctimonious folks2 shall, in a thorny crown,
Soon be hanging on the cross.
They shall hang with broken ribs,
Death to the inquisitors, death!
 
You were the queen of the night,
But they sharpened their swords.
You were burnt by the inquisitors on the bonfire.
Know that you shall be avenged.
And I'll be helped in this by Satan,
All of the priests shall hang
On the bloody cross.
 
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she was burnt on the bonfire.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
These sanctimonious folks shall, in a thorny crown,
Soon be hanging on the cross.
All the inquisitors shall be retching blood.
Death to the inquisitors, death!
 
Every day without you is Hell,
But you are not coming back,
Without you, my dear, I cannot fall asleep.
Know that I shall soon come to you,
We shall shortly meet in Hell,
The sharp sacrificial knife,
I shall thrust into my sinful breast.
 
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she was burnt on the bonfire.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
These sanctimonious folks shall, in a thorny crown,
Soon be hanging on the cross.
They shall hang with broken ribs,
Death to the inquisitors, death!
 

• 1. в огне - in the fire, but I wanted to avoid repeating bon_fire_ and fire.
• 2. Святоша originally meant an extremely devout follower of religion, a holier-than-thou person. Nowadays, it also means hypocrite. 'Sanctimonious' captures both meanings, but it doesn't have a corresponding noun, so I had to use two words.