On a Thursday, because that's how it is at us, the night falls without need.
Seemingly it's not like this and there's something else, the clouds were dropping down.
The leaves were rustling, all dogs were roaring that werewolves were showing up.
Here there are the wicked fairies, the witches, the sprites and a wizard .
Today is their day, the wicked fairies' and witches' day, until the dawn,
Look, they are starting off and putting heads together, the pots are boiling with potions.
Grains and ants, herbs and nettles, everything that's here-it is their doing,
Love and dream, hell and paradise, on your palm they've wrote you're fate.
Ooo, you have a big luck!
Ooo,no bad luck!
Everything you see, do not believe because this is your fate,
You can ask, if you want, the witches!
Today is their day, the wicked fairies' and witches' day, until the dawn,
Look, they are starting off and putting heads together, the pots are boiling with potions.
Grains and ants, herbs and nettles, everything that's here- their doings,
Love and dream, hell and paradise, on your palm they've wrote you're fate.
Ooo, you have a big luck!
Ooo,no bad luck!
Everything you see, do not believe because this is your fate,
You can ask, if you want, the witches!
Witches!
Witches!