| How an owl catched a bat
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| With her claws squeezed the bones
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| How knight Amvrosiy with slashing fellows
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| Is going to visit his neighbor
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| Though many chains and locks on the gates
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| The mistress will open for visitors
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| So, Martha, guide us, where’s your old man sleeps?
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| Why did you turn so pale?
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| Under the lock Dunai is boiling, curling
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| The night will hide the bloody work
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| Don’t be afraid, the dead won’t raise from coffin
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| Whatever will be — will be, guide us forward
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| Under the lock Dunai is boiling, curling
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| The clouds run straight
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| The work is done, the oldman slaughtered
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| Amvrosiy is feasting with crowd
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| The Moon peers in bloody waters
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| With Amvrosiy feasts the villain-wife
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| Under the lock Dunai is boiling, curling
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| The castle in flames
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| Amvrosiy says to his fellows
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| Slay everyone, young and old
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| Don’t mourn, mistress, be more joyful
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| It’s you who let in these funny guests
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| Sparkling, curling, Dunai reflects
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| All the castle embraced
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| Amvrosiy says to his fellows
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| It’s time to go home for us, folks
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| Don’t mourn, mistress, and be more joyful
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| It’s you who let in these funny guests
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| Over Martha the husband curse thunders
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| He execrated her, dying:
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| Disappear, you, so your kind
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| I curse you one hundred times!
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| Let the love between you both run dry
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| Let granny drink the blood of her grandchild
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| And my curse will burden all your kind
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| And there will be no place for them
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| Until the portrait will go down the aisle
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| Until the bride will raise from coffin
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| And crushing the skull, will lay down in blood
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| The last victim of guilty love
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| How an owl catched a bat
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| With her claws squeezed the bones
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| How knight Amvrosiy with slashing fellows
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| Came to visit his neighbor
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| Don’t mourn, mistress, and be more joyful
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| It’s you who let in these funny guests |