Метла

I broke all the mirrors
And the pieces thrown away.
Dvornik died because I
Shards yonder.
I would be there now,
Where I have no,
Oh, dear, if you
I would not lead me to him!
I cooked a volatile mixture
Dilute acid wine,
I undressed you naked
And I put on a broom,
When your pupils have become more
I told you:
& Quot; Oh, honey, come on
Fly on a broomstick! & Quot;
Beyond the spirits of darkness,
And this - the same cocktail.
All cyclones blow from the Moon
So, the night will be a blizzard.
I would stay with you until the morning
Dwell in the land,
Oh, dear, if you
Able to fly on a broomstick! & Quot;
Oh, dear, if you
Able to fly on a broomstick! & Quot;