Wolves all asleep amidst the trees Bats all a-swaying in the breeze But one soul lies anxious, wide awake fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths.
Birds all silent for the night Cows tumbling as daylight dies But one soul lies anxious, wide awake For the Witcher, brave and bold Paid in coin of gold He'll chop… and slice you cut… and dice you Eat you up whole Eat you whole
Волки спят среди корней, Ветер качает летучих мышей, Ищут глаза не спящей души Призраков и упырей, что страшны.
Ночь тиха, не слышно сов, Коровы закрыты в хлеву на засов, Но ищут глаза не спящей души... Ждут того, кто опасней волков - Ведьмака, что за сто медяков, Порежет, порубит на сотню кусков Тебя и съест целиком... Съест тебя целиком...
Дремлют волки до зари, Спят в лесу нетопыри. Лишь одна душа не спит, Нас от призраков хранит. Птиц не слышно в тишине, Скот молчит в хлеву во сне. Лишь одна душа не спит - Храбрый, доблестный ведьмак. Дай ему златой пятак Он умеет убивать, Бить, колоть и рвать За тобою он придет, Заживо тебя сожрет. Wolves all asleep amidst trees Bats all a-swaying in the breeze But one soul lies anxious, wide awake fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths.
Birds all silent for the night Cows tumbling as daylight dies But one soul lies anxious, wide awake For the Witcher, brave and bold Paid in coin of gold He'll chop ... and slice you cut ... and dice you Eat you up whole Eat you whole
Wolves sleep among the roots, The wind shakes the bats, Looking for the eyes of a sleepless soul Ghosts and ghouls that are terrible.
The night is quiet, you can not hear owls, Cows are closed in the stable on the bolt, But they are looking for the eyes of a sleepless soul ... Waiting for someone who is more dangerous than wolves - The Witcher, that for a hundred coppers, Cuts, chopped into a hundred pieces You and eat it whole ... Will eat you whole ...
The wolves are drowsy until dawn, Sleeping in the wood bat. Only one soul does not sleep, He keeps us from ghosts. Birds can not be heard in silence, The cattle are silent in the stable in a dream. Only one soul does not sleep - A brave, valiant witcher. Give him the golden nickle He knows how to kill, Beating, pricking and tearing For you he will come, The healing will eat you.