I'm leaving for the village to get closer to the
I open the properties of plants and herbs.
I'll throw in the fire fragrant thyme.
Smoke rises up, and means I'm right.
I'll find the root of angelica – make me more merry;
Birch branches, away! Demons, away!
If will become too dark to read to you,
I open the door, and there stands the night.
Who's talking to me;
Who's talking to me here?
Joy for those who seek; courage for those who sleep.
Thirteen days to the side of the full moon.
I thought that I dream about it,
What do, hello, dreams;
To my mind I know, for what you have come to me;
So I'm leaving for the
village to get closer to the ground...