В колонках играет - Mylen Farmer
There lived-was in one woods the fine sorcerer
But, somehow time about it was learnt by the hunter on witches
It has caught it and in a chain has chained
Thus he to it has told "well all your hour has come!!!"
Has solved the people the sorcerer, alive in a fire to burn
And ashes of the poor girl on-wind unfurl...
The sorcerer kind was and is good soul
Also the girl begged, to start up it home.
But, the rebel "has laughed to start up its nude"
Also have adhered to a tree, firewood put,
And the poor sorcerer just about not at force...
When spark has lighted fire wood -
The sorcerer has begun to tremble.
But that to it to do!? And it is stronger to a column has nestled.
All laughed чесной the people over naked wich
Whether there was in that its fault that is born such?!
When fire burnt and burnt breath,
The sorcerer said "I will send on you incantation!
Since you have burnt me, that than you have ruined me
And from that also wait for a trouble
Yes, from fire wait for force!
I will not die!
Soul washing will live eternally!
And those who сдесь costs learn it precisely!!!"
Has told it and дотлел last piece of coal
Also it was visible as Soul, has left to itself in forest...